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thoughtformed2013-04-05 09:27 am
detectivewonder) wrote in thoughtformed2013-04-05 09:27 am
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Who: Tim & Ianto.
What: Chatting about relationships with no particular motives whatsoever.
Where: The New Brew.
When: Earlier this week?
There was always a pleasant lull between the time the New Brew closed for the night and Torchwood operations got underway, and all too often Tim & Ianto spent it in the coffee shop, either working in quiet harmony, on pointless minutiae customers would likely never notice, or, on rarer occasions, in conversation. Right now, Tim was restocking the exotic sugars selection in the carousel, for example.
He blew his breath out, slowly, audibly. He'd been carefully melancholy all day, in every quiet moment where he didn't have to stare at a customer, which was less a matter of acting and more a matter of loosening his restraint just a little and thinking about certain aspects of his life at the expense of others. Being melancholy was better than feeling angry and frustrated, and actually kind of soothing.
Ianto was extremely reliable about certain things. Tim was moping. Moping meant coffee was pending, probably soon, and all he had to do in the meantime was bide his time and count the cartons of cream in the refrigerator to make sure they didn't need to order any more.
What: Chatting about relationships with no particular motives whatsoever.
Where: The New Brew.
When: Earlier this week?
There was always a pleasant lull between the time the New Brew closed for the night and Torchwood operations got underway, and all too often Tim & Ianto spent it in the coffee shop, either working in quiet harmony, on pointless minutiae customers would likely never notice, or, on rarer occasions, in conversation. Right now, Tim was restocking the exotic sugars selection in the carousel, for example.
He blew his breath out, slowly, audibly. He'd been carefully melancholy all day, in every quiet moment where he didn't have to stare at a customer, which was less a matter of acting and more a matter of loosening his restraint just a little and thinking about certain aspects of his life at the expense of others. Being melancholy was better than feeling angry and frustrated, and actually kind of soothing.
Ianto was extremely reliable about certain things. Tim was moping. Moping meant coffee was pending, probably soon, and all he had to do in the meantime was bide his time and count the cartons of cream in the refrigerator to make sure they didn't need to order any more.
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He always did his best not to pry in Tim's personal life, but Ianto was the sort of person who needed to know everything. And when he didn't know something it bothered the hell out of him. So he leaned carefully on the counter with his own cup of coffee, took a sip with his eyebrows raised and gave Tim an expectant look. Inviting him to start them off on however much conversation the secretive young man was willing to give.
After all, Ianto had been carefully building up trust between the two of them in shared confidences for... wasn't it a year now? It felt like at least that long.
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"It's been a weird few months," he said, his standard non-answer, but then continued. "I just... I don't know. I could probably be teaching the criminology courses I'm taking. Give me a map and a basic psych profile and I can chart likely heist targets in my sleep. Give me five minutes at a crime scene and I can give a decent profile, and a better forensic examination than the police lab has now. I'm a good detective. I understand the way people think."
There was a pause, and another sigh.
"But ask me what I'm supposed to do when a date's not going as well as I hoped..."