✘ 09

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Ianto's sitting in one of the back row seats of the cinema drinking from a bottle of beer he's nabbed from the Plane's bar.

He looks a little more relaxed than usual, and definitely hasn't come to the Plane for any other reason than to do so.  Because even the office boy's allowed to kick back from time to time. :|b]

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[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

I'll make sure to look then. [Jack closes his eyes for a moment, but quickly opens them again, a a certain memory still fresh in his mind]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

...Jack? [Reaches out to take his hand.]

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Jack flinches and pulls his hand away, closer to himself] What?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Frowns, and pulls back.] Nothing... you just seemed a little off.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Jack is now cursing himself inwardly, even as he continues to hold his hands close to himself] It's nothing.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

...you sure?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Hesitates a moment, then turns to look at Ianto before facing forwad again] And if it isn't?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Cautiously places a hand on his leg.] I'd like to help you if I could.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

But what if you can't, Ianto? What if all talking does is make things worse?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

You don't have to talk.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

Then what the hell am I supposed to do? [he really didn't mean that to come out as angry as it did, but there you go]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[He's trying to be patient. He really is.] Just don't shut me out. Let me help you in some other way. Talking isn't the only way to deal with things.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

Somehow I doubt there's a guide out there on how to deal with watching someone devour your hand...[mutters]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Heard that... and he's tightening his grip.] Who?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

So how do you suggest I deal with that? [yep, purposely ignoring the quesion]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Forcing himself to calm down... and, you know, not demand answers.] I don't know.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

I shut people out for a reason Ianto; you shouldn't be the exception.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

I can't let you shut me out. Not now.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

And why not?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

...just don't. Please.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Jack turns in his seat to look at Ianto, his hand curling over the one on his knee for a split second before pulling back] I'm broken Ianto, don't you understand that? And if I don't shut you out you're going to realize that and then I'll be left with nothing again.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[>\] If you shut me out you'll be left without me, anyway.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[and he smirks] Then why are you still here?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

I was here before you.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[not exactly in the mood for banter now] You know what I mean.