This is a Tosh/Ianto friendship drabble. It, like my previous one, is set after "Countrycide". After I thought of this, I saw some others that had a scenario much like this. Nonetheless, I was determined to write this… so yeah.

Toshiko grabbed her car keys. After what happened at Brecon Beacons, she thought it would be nice to go see Ianto, maybe talk to him; comfort him. She shuddered as she thought of what nearly happened to the Welshman. He had saved her (if only for a short time), and she felt as if it was the right thing to do. After all, he was the most like her of Torchwood Three. They were both quiet, and over the years, he was the closest to a friend she had from work.

"He deserves someone to care for him, for once," Tosh decided to herself. The truth was that she was shaken still. She was refusing to admit to herself that she just wanted to talk with Ianto; in the process of consoling him, perhaps alleviating some of the fear she was feeling, but she wouldn't acknowledge that.

Tosh wrapped her coat around her tightly when the doorbell ringed. "Who…?"

The Japanese woman strode to her door and opened it to find Ianto. He looked at her almost sheepishly, holding a box of Jubilee pizza. There were a few DVDs stacked on the box.

"Ianto… What are you doing here?" Toshiko asked incredulously.

"I thought you might want someone to talk to after today… I'll leave if… if you were planning on going out," Ianto said, noting her coat and keys.

"No, no, come in! It was nothing important."

Ianto followed her in. He wanted to offer the Tosh some cheering up, refusing to admit to himself that he just wanted to talk with her. She did, after all, go through (partially at least) the ordeal with him, and was really the only one who he could "get over it" with, but he wouldn't acknowledge that.

As they sat down on Tosh's sofa, they both resolved to offer the other a shoulder to cry on, a friend to hold, or just someone the other could relate to. They both decided that they would be strong for their companion, but maybe, just maybe, let a few of their own tears slip out, knowing the other would be compassionate enough to wipe them away.


The tears could be figurative tears or actual tears; however you want to interpret them. I'd love some reviews… I really would.