The inside, John admitted, was a step up from the outside. It wasn't precisely homey, or entirely that useful as far as a tourist office could be, but there was the standard issue crap computer and the brochures, and, well. All right, it really was a tourist office. He kept his eyes from the ground, not wanting to give in to his desire to look for the trap door to the basement, or something.
His imagination seemed to act up whenever he got too stressed. He really could use that coffee... and maybe a week without Sherlock's analyzing every little thing. Then he wouldn't be assuming such crazy things right off the bat. It did seem that Ianto recognized how bad the exterior had looked, and even looked a bit mortified about it, so that was good.
But, when it came down to it, the interior was fine, and John was fine with being there. He wasn't about to run away from the guy in the suit. "Looks... like the inside of a tourist office," he offered with a smile, because it looked like Ianto was just as uncomfortable about all this as he had been just a minute ago. "Must not be fun, having to work in here all day, though."
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Date: 2010-10-14 06:13 am (UTC)His imagination seemed to act up whenever he got too stressed. He really could use that coffee... and maybe a week without Sherlock's analyzing every little thing. Then he wouldn't be assuming such crazy things right off the bat. It did seem that Ianto recognized how bad the exterior had looked, and even looked a bit mortified about it, so that was good.
But, when it came down to it, the interior was fine, and John was fine with being there. He wasn't about to run away from the guy in the suit. "Looks... like the inside of a tourist office," he offered with a smile, because it looked like Ianto was just as uncomfortable about all this as he had been just a minute ago. "Must not be fun, having to work in here all day, though."