“It’s hardly perfect, sir, but it’s the best that’s on offer. I took the liberty of adding the sugar already.”
Jack grunts, taking the Styrofoam cup of coffee from Ianto without otherwise acknowledging him. The wind off the peaks ruffles his hair and makes his coat billow about him in what Ianto can’t help but notice is a suitably melodramatic
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If anyone in TW needs a hug and a night in with a hotwater bottle and a steaming cup of coffee, it's Ianto.
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