Ianto had to resist the urge to start snarking at John there. Owen had come back, and he was just getting into the swing of it all again, and it was hard to just switch on and off at the drop of a hat. But no, John was being serious about the describing himself there. Ianto hoped, at least. "Ehm, well. Maybe if you could, that might help? I really have no idea how many men with phones there might be standing out about the fountain. It is sort of a passing time, the Plass can get pretty crowded this time of day, if you've noticed."
"Ah," Ianto said. "Working with your flatmate? The very same flatmate that you implied would happily play his violin regardless of whether you had a massive hangover or not?" he asked. "That must be... I can see why you'd want to get away for a while, really."
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Date: 2010-10-12 01:14 pm (UTC)"Ah," Ianto said. "Working with your flatmate? The very same flatmate that you implied would happily play his violin regardless of whether you had a massive hangover or not?" he asked. "That must be... I can see why you'd want to get away for a while, really."