AN: I hope you guys like this, it didn't actually turn out how I expected but whatever, I quite like it. I do think it could've been written better though but I'm impatient and I just wanted to get it up here. I'm not sure why I didn't put this with my other drabbles and one-shots, I wanted to post it seperately, so enjoy. (:
"Does it still hurt?" Jack questioned.
Ianto chuckled, a little sadly, "No Jack, they're just scars, from a very long time ago."
"No, I meant-"
"I know what you meant." Ianto cut him off.
Jack and Ianto lay in comfortable silence. Jack was studying Ianto's wrist, it looked different. As though it was a wrist, but not quite. Like a wrist but, different. Somehow. He couldn't quite put his finger on it. He softly stroked it and then pulled his hand away as though it had given him an electric shock. He seemed to contemplate it, touched it again, more carefully this time, as though he didn't want to hurt the wrist rather than himself.
"Ianto?"
"Hmm?"
"There are scars on your wrist." He stated.
Ianto briefly glanced across at Jack and his exposed arm, "So there are."
Jack smirked slightly, and then remembered that this was supposed to be serious. And Ianto was pro at changing the subject. "Why are there scars on your wrist?" A simple enough question. A complicated enough answer.
Ianto wriggled uncomfortably, he didn't want to talk about it but he knew Jack would get it out of him in the end.
"You know I'm going to get it out of you in the end." Told you.
"It's nothing, teenage angst, depression. Everyone gets it but some people cope better than others." Ianto shrugged. "Do you want some coff-"
"No changing the subject this time Mr Jones." Ianto said nothing. "Does it still hurt?" Jack questioned, the seriousness returning to his face.
Ianto chuckled, a little sadly, "No Jack, they're just scars, from a very long time ago."
"No, I meant-"
"I know what you meant." Ianto cut him off.
Silence.
"Talk to me." Jack broke the silence, nothing unusual. There was a pause in which Ianto looked deep into Jack's eyes, searching. He saw worry, and age in the blue pools, the only giveaway. Eventually Ianto leaned over and touched his lips to Jack's, delicately at first. He deepened the kiss, in control which was unusual, Jack normally took control. But, taken aback Jack let him this time, the past conversation briefly forgotten in the moment of passion. And after all, Ianto was pro at changing the subject.
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