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Ianto had taken the orders and was pleased to find it was all able to be delivered from the café across the Plass that knew them well enough to include extra napkins for 'that lovely American'.
Tosh or Gwen usually took the food at the door now, giving a generous tip so their dishevelled or mildly bloodied clothes were never mentioned. Since Ianto had started to show he was being a lot more careful about who saw and without a desk to hide behind he was keeping to their agreed roster of helpers.
He was still uncomfortable around Gwen, his 'never forget never forgive' nature making it hard to be pleasant but he could do civil to a fault and she did seem to be trying harder, even showing excitement in his scans and such like the others.
Maybe Jack was right, she just needed redirecting.
She was now going over wedding plans with Tosh like a trooper, her and Rhys finally fixing a date and Ianto was relieved that Jack seemed off the table at last.
Speaking of tables, Ianto was currently seated at one on his husband's happy lap, trying not to wriggle and give him too much pleasure if ya know what I mean and he tried not to 'help' as Owen dished out the food with his usual flair and wrist flicking.
"Was that man still there?" Ianto asked as he bit into his corned beef sandwich and moaned happily at the extra pickle.
"What man?" Owen asked without looking up, "Toots, did you have the chicken?"
"Thank you Owen" Tosh said softly as her sandwich was gently placed in her hand, then Gwen's flicked expertly at her chest to bounce off and she glared at him as he grinned sheepishly…almost.
"Behave or it's separate corners again" Jack said from beneath Ianto and Owen snorted as he pointed out it lost its power when Ianto looked like a ventriloquist's dummy on his knee….a fat one at that.
Ianto shifted off Jack's lap and pushed his sandwich aside as Jack glared at Owen for his gaffe and Owen finally caught up to himself and turned to apologise but saw the sandwich was already being carefully rewrapped.
Shit.
"There was a man sitting on the Plass feeding the birds, was there for near on two hours. I thought it was his lunch break but the food kept coming and he just…kept sitting there glancing at the office door every now and then." Ianto said softly to Jack who motioned to Tosh and she brought it up on screen, the man still there and now crumbling crisps.
"See?" Ianto said with a frown, "Watch….there. Another look at the door. What is he waiting for?"
"Dunno" Owen said with a frown, "But that does look weird. You know, you do see everything as a bit of a conspiracy at the moment though, remember the pizza yesterday? Sure they had deliberately added the anchovies? Then they came to swap it with apologises coz it was another order mixed up?"
"Owen this isn't a fucking pizza" Ianto rose and Jack opened his mouth to say something but the sandwich was already flying to land expertly in the bin, "Whatever!"
"Hey!" Jack barked, "Hey, come here. Sit. Baby, you need to eat. Stop that and sit."
"I don't wanna" Ianto pouted, now the one to channel their son and Jack glared at Owen, as did the rest of them even Gwen.
"Tosh, go approach him" Gwen suddenly suggested, "Maybe he's waiting for our help or something?"
Tosh rose and pulled on her pretty red coat with the faux fur collar then she walked up through levels and appeared on the screen with her hands on her pockets. As she stated to wader the man sat bolt upright and looked at his watch, then rose to hurry off, haphazardly dropping the rest of the crisps as if suddenly late for something.
Tosh turned to face the camera and shrugged.
"No, come back down. Too fucking cold to follow him to his appointment he was waiting on and is now probably late for" Owen said down the coms and they watched her skip back inside to the warm.
"See?" Owen said to Ianto, "No conspiracy. Just another sad twat getting trampled by the machine of life. Probably fed the birds coz he was too nervous to eat it himself."
Ianto nodded but frowned as he looked at the screen again.
It felt wrong.
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The phone was ringing again and he swore as the soldering iron burnt his fingers, flapping his hand as he looked at the screen and groaned.
Great.
"What the fuck is wrong with you!"
OK, she still hasn't mastered the whole 'wait for a hello before speaking' thing but he took a deep breath, "I am sorry you are unhappy with me, how can I make it better then?"
"That dickwad you sent to surveil us got surveilled within seconds" she snarled, "Are you fucking mad? I warned you, he is a master of surveillance and you won't get him that way. Stop fucking about or I will cancel that payment, do you hear me!"
Oh yes, he heard her. Of he'd like to hear her choking in his grip but again he smiled sweetly at the empty room, "Of course love. Of course. You are right as always."
"Stop fucking up!"
The phone clicked and he huffed at the cut connection.
She has to work on her goodbyes too so it seems.
Bitch.
