Ianto remained unmoved from his slouched position on the carpeted floor. After the departure of his boss mere minutes earlier along with the confinement he had been issued in his flat for the next month his judgement was too clouded for him to move.
His knuckles sore, a consequence to having lashed out at his leader's jaw in an act of pure anger they were scabbed. Each knuckle in their own state of red raw tenderness he flexed them slightly.
Painful, but bearable.
He wished he could say the same about tonight's most recent events.
A lump formed in the base of Ianto's throat, struggling to contain it he glanced up partially to the empty walls. The walls of a broken man, and yet they were able to reflect his inner state of emptiness and despair. He never had the time to decorate the place, with a job like his the hours were long and he was never given a period of time long enough in his flat to even start. He had been hoping, maybe foolishly; that he would have been able to decorate the apartment with Lisa.
But it didn't happen, and never will.
A small croak erupted from Ianto's throat at the thought, his mind struggling at comprehending the thought of being left alone he buried his head deep in his knees. Trapped at the thought of being suspended inside of a flat that constantly reminded him of Lisa he sobbed; possibly for the tenth time that night.
Unsure of what to do of himself, he failed to notice the clock strike on his mantlepiece as he cried himself into submission.
It was only when Ianto fell asleep that his mind was temporally put to rest.
And it was peaceful.
This was a quick one shot I had made after watching the episode of cyberwoman, I was intrigued to see how Ianto would react to having gone home to his flat that night. I had been tempted to make it longer but I felt that it was fine the length it was. I hope you enjoyed :)