[RL WITH GWEN]--forward dated to tomorrow night

[torchwoodteaboy]

Ianto took in a deep breath as he walked down the hallway to the door to Gwen's flat, shifting the pizza box he had with him nervously in his hands. He cold tell that something was wrong, with the way their conversation had gone the night before, and he honestly wasn't surprised if she was angry at him. They needed to talk to each other, needed to get back in touch. Things had been so out of sync since he'd died and come back, and he hadn't been able to see her, hadn't been able to talk to her as much as he would've liked.

It was sort of a norm for everyone to be a little angry at him at that moment. No one had really gotten over him keeping secrets from them yet, and so adding Gwen to the list wasn't a major leap. He really did value her friendship, was interested in how her life had gone in the last month, and wanted to at least try and see if they could mend whatever it was between them that had been broken. So, with Gwen's favorite pizza in hand, he reached her door, steeled himself for any sort of reaction that she might throw at him, and knocked.

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[torchwoodteaboy]

Ianto bit his lip, shrugging at her. He wasn't sure exactly what she wanted him to say, so he decided that, well. Why not just go for the truth. "Honestly, sometimes I don't know how myself. It wasn't like you all made it very easy for me, especially not after..." He sighed. "Not after Lisa, and all."

He fell silent for a moment, really thinking about it, before speaking up again. "I suppose it's because I just wanted to make you all happy. There's plenty wrong with our lives, with our job. I thought...well. I like you. All of you. And really, I wasn't the tech specialist, or the doctor, or the PC, or the captain. I was just... I am just--... Well, just Ianto. That's. That's what I do." He smiled at her, softly, repeating the first words she'd probably ever heard uttered about him. "Clean up after you and get you everywhere on time. And...remember your favorite pizza toppings, as the case may be."

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She knew just how hard his job had been with them. After all, they'd never been a easy bunch to deal with. For a long moment, she watched him with guarded eyes before some of the tension faded from her body. Smiling faintly, she shook her head a tiny bit before her hand reached to snag a piece.

"... 'just Ianto'. Some of us never saw you like that, you know."

[torchwoodteaboy]

He smiled softly back at her. He didn't want to be digging for her to continue what it was that she was saying, but at the same time... He couldn't say that he knew that, not really. Because he didn't know. Not in any large capacity, beyond a simple thanks for a coffee or finding a file for them or anything like that.

"I had reason to believe that that might be the case," he said softly, wryly, "but. We at Torchwood have never been very good at communication, especially not between ourselves, so. I... I could never really know for sure, as it were. It... It is nice to know, though."