“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.
"Let's see," said Ianto. He put a foot on the bench and leaned on his knee. "As I see it, you're his past, you're history. He told you to get lost." || I admit, I'm a sucker for smart Ianto dialogue.
"Well, we can't have you crossing your own timeline, that's asking for untidiness," Ianto said briskly. || Accidental time travel. Though not overly burdened with plot, this is too smart banter-y to be fluff. Fun!
"So," Ianto said, when he'd finished pulling almost obscene faces over his first mouthful of cake, "two weeks to go. Getting nervous?" || You don't need to read the story that this is a sequel to, but it's good, too.
The thing he misses most is the having of a name, and he's had a lot of them. || Difficult to read because of how perfectly the narrative captures the quality of senescence; worth the struggle.
"You've known everything about me all along, haven't you?" he asked, trying not to let his voice crack... || Jack's marriage. Story made me cry twice, and it's not that long, folks.
"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."
...her blank face and soft feathers so different from anything Frank had ever seen, and Frank had thought, I know you and felt a tug in his belly, like a fishhook embedded under his navel, a pull towards the surface...
"...and then Ianto decides to get cocky," Jack said. "It wasn't cocky," Ianto answered, wiping his mouth before sipping his drink. "Cocky would be running down a narrow hall to a dead end and expecting not to get taken hostage."
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