Ianto sighed. "No, he's not... He's not bad. He's not a particularly nice person, but he's definitely not bad. He's just... Someone from the past. Someone that died a while ago, but now he's on the community, from the past, and well. It's hard to deal with, is all. It's making Gwen and Jack, my coworkers, pretty upset. They're on the community too, and well. When someone dies, you don't usually expect to see them again, and all, especially well." He motioned around the tourist office. "Especially when you work in a place like this," he lied.
As if sensing that now would be an excellent time to make Ianto look like an idiot, the door to the secret passageway swung open, and Jack strode out, looking down at a contraption in his hands. "Ianto, did you do something to this laser scalpel the last time you used it? I can't seem to get it to..." And that's when he noticed that Ianto wasn't alone. Shit. Ianto had said something about having a visitor, hadn't he. "Whoops," Jack said, sheepishly.
Ianto looked like he wanted nothing more than to disappear in that moment, or to strangle Jack. He couldn't make up his mind which, so he just stood there, clutching his coffee mug tightly, his knuckles white with the effort of not freaking out about this right there and then. Well. Guess the cat was out of the bag.
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Date: 2010-10-19 03:10 am (UTC)As if sensing that now would be an excellent time to make Ianto look like an idiot, the door to the secret passageway swung open, and Jack strode out, looking down at a contraption in his hands. "Ianto, did you do something to this laser scalpel the last time you used it? I can't seem to get it to..." And that's when he noticed that Ianto wasn't alone. Shit. Ianto had said something about having a visitor, hadn't he. "Whoops," Jack said, sheepishly.
Ianto looked like he wanted nothing more than to disappear in that moment, or to strangle Jack. He couldn't make up his mind which, so he just stood there, clutching his coffee mug tightly, his knuckles white with the effort of not freaking out about this right there and then. Well. Guess the cat was out of the bag.