Ianto glances up from the photo he has clutched in his hands -- a tent on a beach, Ianto running after a dog in the distance while Lisa sits laughing at him in the foreground. It's barely light enough to be able to make the scene out in the pre-dawn light, but he remembers the moment clearly.
He reaches to take this second photograph from John as he holds it out to him. Recognizing the scene in the image as well, if not the moment itself. Himself and Yvonne, in her office at Torchwood Tower. He looks -- young, so young, dark suit, white shirt, red tie, clipboard in hand. Working something out with her as Yvonne clutches a coffee he's brought her in one immaculately manicured hand as she no doubt quips something at him in return. She looks perfect, in her skirt suit, not a hair out of line.
And there are more photographs of his past there on the ground in front of them. Their camp in the Beacons, with the whole team sitting around the fire they never actually managed to light. Jack laughing at his own stupid joke, everyone else cringing, and Ianto mostly just looking uncomfortable. And another, of himself and Jack standing together in cold storage over a body. Jack leaning back against the drawers behind him. Ianto remembers this moment too. Some day we're gonna run out of room. And one more photo, this one of Ianto down in the cells while in the background a creature crouches and snarls at him in return.
He splays the photographs out in front of him, taking a moment to process it all, before he replies, "It's bloody bizarre is what it is. How did they get these photos? I know for a fact there weren't any cameras there at the time of some of these shots."
i'm sorry for all the edits...
He reaches to take this second photograph from John as he holds it out to him. Recognizing the scene in the image as well, if not the moment itself. Himself and Yvonne, in her office at Torchwood Tower. He looks -- young, so young, dark suit, white shirt, red tie, clipboard in hand. Working something out with her as Yvonne clutches a coffee he's brought her in one immaculately manicured hand as she no doubt quips something at him in return. She looks perfect, in her skirt suit, not a hair out of line.
And there are more photographs of his past there on the ground in front of them. Their camp in the Beacons, with the whole team sitting around the fire they never actually managed to light. Jack laughing at his own stupid joke, everyone else cringing, and Ianto mostly just looking uncomfortable. And another, of himself and Jack standing together in cold storage over a body. Jack leaning back against the drawers behind him. Ianto remembers this moment too. Some day we're gonna run out of room. And one more photo, this one of Ianto down in the cells while in the background a creature crouches and snarls at him in return.
He splays the photographs out in front of him, taking a moment to process it all, before he replies, "It's bloody bizarre is what it is. How did they get these photos? I know for a fact there weren't any cameras there at the time of some of these shots."