“I merely offered you refreshments in an attempt to cheer you up,” Ianto says patiently. || Owen's having a bad day; Ianto indulges him with snark. What Owen doesn't know won't hurt him, but it will add a delicious layer of ouchy irony.
"Some girl you were with once texts you out of nowhere and you're driving four hours to meet her? She was that good?" David laughed and floored the accelerator. "And then some."
McKay is kind of interesting in the way train wrecks are. He makes out like he’s scared of everything from scantily clad women to citrus, and yet he walked right up to the guy who mugged him two days ago and demanded his money back.
Ianto nodded shortly, his smile turning pained. That stuff he was carrying must be heavy. || Shrift comments, "This story is WRONG LIKE AWESOME." I can't put it better than that.
He'd made this goddamned thing the center of his world after Sheppard's death. A man liked to think that he was made of stronger stuff than that...but he wasn't. He'd learned that much.
"It's a memo," Jack says, grinning mostly at Ianto's ear from a distance of about two inches, because he's never had to learn the difference between "sexy" and "creepily invasive"... || Writing. on. each other.
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