John was having his own minor crisis of faith in himself as they headed down towards the docks. After all, he'd noticed already that a tourist office didn't seem to be particularly interesting when compared to everyone else on the community. Hell, his own life was currently more exciting than that, though it was all due to Sherlock. So, really. Why was this guy, Ianto Jones from Cardiff of all places, part of the community? He could be a psychopath, secretly, or something. That sounded right up there, if people like Minatsuki were part of the community.
He considered it for a moment, giving Ianto a brief glance - nah. There was no way this guy, who had to be no more than 25, was a psychopath. Right? John had a good sense of people, really. He was a decent judge of character, and the guy had offered him coffee to apologize for arguing about rugby. He knew his mates from uni wouldn't have done that. That was a decent thing to do, and he was pretty sure that meant Ianto was fine.
...He should have left a note for Sherlock. Damn it.
Realizing that Ianto was talking, he looked at the... yeesh. Tourist office was right. He smiled vaguely. "Yeah, right. Any excuse to get out of that flat for the duration of this headache. Sort of an out of the way place for a tourist office, isn't it?" Very out of the way. Oh, come on, John, look at him, he thought, Probably wouldn't know how to kill me, much less want to.
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Date: 2010-10-14 04:45 am (UTC)He considered it for a moment, giving Ianto a brief glance - nah. There was no way this guy, who had to be no more than 25, was a psychopath. Right? John had a good sense of people, really. He was a decent judge of character, and the guy had offered him coffee to apologize for arguing about rugby. He knew his mates from uni wouldn't have done that. That was a decent thing to do, and he was pretty sure that meant Ianto was fine.
...He should have left a note for Sherlock. Damn it.
Realizing that Ianto was talking, he looked at the... yeesh. Tourist office was right. He smiled vaguely. "Yeah, right. Any excuse to get out of that flat for the duration of this headache. Sort of an out of the way place for a tourist office, isn't it?" Very out of the way. Oh, come on, John, look at him, he thought, Probably wouldn't know how to kill me, much less want to.