"The point is," Jack continued, "Do I like this hat because it reminds me of itself, three months ago when you will give it to me, or do I like this as a hat qua hat, and the temporal displacement is simply incidental?"
“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!
Ianto thought it had been perfectly obvious all along what side he’d been on, and just because Jack hadn’t liked or wanted the answer, hadn’t changed the facts.
Ianto notes the detail and all such others on the list which grows to include date and habit and mood... Jack may be constantly losing his past, but somehow Ianto is instinctively driven to stem that.
...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...
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.
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