Ianto had sat on the floor beside his bed staring miserably at the wall in front of him for a long while, before the sun had sank too far and the room had gotten too dark and he needed to get up and turn on some lights or else he might just start to really lose his mind. He made it down the stairs to the kitchen, flicking on every light that he could, and just sat in the light for another while, huddled in a blanket that he'd taken from upstairs. He didn't even feel like a coffee. He wanted to be better again. To not feel like this, cold and achy, feeling sorry for himself, scared and alone, weary and stir-crazy all at once. He wanted to do something, anything to take his mind off of it all, but trying to watch or read anything would just make him feel worse, and he couldn't go out and do anything, he simply wasn't up to it. So Ianto pulled out the last resort he had, and called Jack. To talk. Which he never, ever did.
Luckily, Jack answered. And he did talk. He was obviously out of his league, trying to talk Ianto out of the mood he'd fallen into, but he actually did try, and Ianto had to give him credit for that. He suggested that Ianto take a bath, carefully, and Ianto did. And Jack called to make sure that he was alright afterward, which was nice of him. Suggested Ianto order out, put it on the company card, and so Ianto did. But in the end, Jack had a meeting to go to, and Ianto was once again left by himself in his lonely, miserable little flat, and he couldn't stand it. He couldn't stand any of it any more.
And so, four hours later, Ianto found himself sat in the back doorway of his flat, looking out on the garden that he shared with the flat next door, the lights in his kitchen burning bright, his lamp from the living room sitting on the floor next to him for added protection against the shadows in front of him. It was freezing, sitting there with the door open to the crisp November night air, and so Ianto had huddled himself in multiple blankets, and if someone were to look out at him, he probably looked like a lunatic, but he just didn't care anymore. He needed the sounds of the city, of the other people in the neighborhood around him, because if no one was there to keep him company specifically, at least he could comfort himself knowing that there were other people out there regardless.
It was also where he was sat when suddenly there were sounds coming from in his flat, and a voice calling out his name, and he nearly gave himself a heart attack right then and there, his nerves stretched very very tight and just barely hanging on, until he managed to recognize that it was Sulu's voice. But...what was he doing there? Ianto hesitated to call out to him, embarrassed and ashamed and his heart still aching from their very brief interaction earlier.
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Luckily, Jack answered. And he did talk. He was obviously out of his league, trying to talk Ianto out of the mood he'd fallen into, but he actually did try, and Ianto had to give him credit for that. He suggested that Ianto take a bath, carefully, and Ianto did. And Jack called to make sure that he was alright afterward, which was nice of him. Suggested Ianto order out, put it on the company card, and so Ianto did. But in the end, Jack had a meeting to go to, and Ianto was once again left by himself in his lonely, miserable little flat, and he couldn't stand it. He couldn't stand any of it any more.
And so, four hours later, Ianto found himself sat in the back doorway of his flat, looking out on the garden that he shared with the flat next door, the lights in his kitchen burning bright, his lamp from the living room sitting on the floor next to him for added protection against the shadows in front of him. It was freezing, sitting there with the door open to the crisp November night air, and so Ianto had huddled himself in multiple blankets, and if someone were to look out at him, he probably looked like a lunatic, but he just didn't care anymore. He needed the sounds of the city, of the other people in the neighborhood around him, because if no one was there to keep him company specifically, at least he could comfort himself knowing that there were other people out there regardless.
It was also where he was sat when suddenly there were sounds coming from in his flat, and a voice calling out his name, and he nearly gave himself a heart attack right then and there, his nerves stretched very very tight and just barely hanging on, until he managed to recognize that it was Sulu's voice. But...what was he doing there? Ianto hesitated to call out to him, embarrassed and ashamed and his heart still aching from their very brief interaction earlier.