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[torchwoodteaboy]

"This is Ianto Jones. Sorry I missed your call, but if you leave a message after the tone, I'll be sure to get back to you."

[VOICE (MAIL) | TEXT | VIDEO | PICTURE | INSTANT MESSAGING]

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[torchwoodteaboy]

Well. We do have different hours now.

[Excuses, excuses.

He quirks a smile at the other man, knowing that that's exactly what he's doing, before he offers:]

Ask me again sometime. I promise I'll say yes, as much as I may regret doing so after the fact.

[impavid]

Alright. Weekend, maybe.

[ When Ianto doesn't have work.

He shifts to draw Ianto more into his arms, turning his face into his hair and letting out a tired sigh. ]

Thank you.

[ For everything. His sadness still ebbs low in the background, but John is mostly tired now and focused on Ianto. He figured the other man can feel how grateful he is, how much he cares, but he should... should tell him too. ]