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[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Ianto's holding a more than slightly bloodied tea towel to his stomach, and is crouching over a first-aid kit,  rooting through it slightly shakily.  He eventually manages to find a painkiller.  He tears of the wrapper, jamming the syringe into his leg before starting to search through the first-aid kit again.]

Comments

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

...I really wish I didn't believe that.

[lockedinglass.livejournal.com]

You asked.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

I asked if I wanted to know.

[lockedinglass.livejournal.com]

[Eyeroll.] Are you always this contrary?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Not always.

[lockedinglass.livejournal.com]

[FACEPALMING A BIT.] Then remind me to ask, next time I try to help you, whether or not it's one of those times.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Just don't remind me of how unprofessional my boss is, and you'll be fine.

[lockedinglass.livejournal.com]

He's--he's a bit more than your boss, though, isn't he. [SORRY IANTO. FBI Agent = obnoxiously curious, and Susan in particular likes finding things out about people.]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Pfft- what? How long have you known Ianto for, Susan?] ...what did he say?

[lockedinglass.livejournal.com]

[...Susan can be mean, Ianto, sorry. And a little smug. BUT ONLY A LITTLE.] Do you really want to know?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Probably not, but tell me anyway.

[lockedinglass.livejournal.com]

Welsh, snarky, great coffee, and yes there was something about shagging. Is that a--some kind of regular theme with him?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

I'm not convinced his hormones ever moved past thirteen.

[lockedinglass.livejournal.com]

I'll take that as a yes.