CH4
A few hours later....
"Mind me going to bed?" Rhys had spent the last hour yawning, and he had almost fallen asleep on the sofa a few times. One of which Gwen had to nudge him as he was snoring. With no reply he got up and started to make his way across the living room until he stumbled, "goddamn it!!" That caught the attention of the two on the sofa.
"What's wrong darling?" Gwen got up and went over to Rhys who was not sitting on the floor, and helped him up on to the sofa.
"This table is deadly, and your shoes don't help" this was the nearest Ianto had ever seen to an argument with Gwen and Rhys. They were nothing compared to the arguments Ianto and Jack had, for face value they were loved up but when they were alone they had cried so many times. So time's he even wondered if he'd care if he died. "Anyway I'm off to bed, night," Rhys stormed out of the living room and slammed the bedroom door.
"Want me to go?" Ianto's face had dropped he could remember Jack's face when he had shouted; the tears tore at his heart strings. Gwen shook her head and put her hand on Ianto's shoulder. "What shall we do now? Me and jack I mean." Ianto started to think harder about the word's he had said 'friends' they had been through so much could they be friends? It was the word friends that caused Jack to cry how could he see Ianto as a friend after he had fallen for him.
"Want my opinion really?" Ianto nodded, "after that? Well first let's put a film on and get a bottle of wine then we'll talk," Gwen got up from the sofa and walked over to the DVD cabinet, Rom/Com- No, especially with the Jack thing, romantic films always ended happily which was never the fact for Torchwood relationships the it was Horror- No everything they had seen with the aliens the scary films were just funny now, plus Gwen thought some Horrors reminded her too much of the loss of Tosh and Owen, "ah," Ianto looked at Gwen's expression Comedy- Yes that was what they needed, a laugh with Ben Stiller. Now it was for the wine choice, Ianto liked red, but red always gave her a head ache; "Rose okay?" Ianto nodded again. Gwen came back to the sofa bottle and DVD in hand. "Meet the Fockers okay?"
"Yeah, funny story about that including Jack actually," He giggled; he's remembered their parody of it. "Hmm I wonder" he said with a mischievous smile.
"I really don't want to ask, knowing Jack it could be anything" the pair laughed, Gwen had loved the movie nights with the team but now Ianto and jack weren't talking and Tosh and Owen were dead it was her and Ianto more than anything, but it was these nights she loved, But dare she tell him?
Gwen PDA rang with the distinctive tone of the email alert, 'torchwood' "mind me opening it?" Ianto knew it would be Jack apologising for earlier. Gwen said it was okay, so Ianto unclipped the stylus and touch the envelope, as he'd expected four words 'Tell Ianto I'm Sorry' nothing about her, not a I'm sorry for bringing up the past, just tell Ianto I'm sorry. "Is that all he can say? Sorry!?" Ianto became angry, that jack thought one word would solve it. Gwen had put the DVD into the player as Ianto was reading the email as she knew that Jack would be insensitive and say something uncalled for, but never did she think that saying sorry would irritate Ianto.
She held him close, not realising his head lay on her chest she whispered in his ear words of comfort and reassurance. "You want to stay here tonight? We'll finish this bottle and another and laugh at the toilet cat" Gwen giggled, Rhys had always loved that scene.
"You don't want a quivering wreck on your sofa all night."
"Don't worry about it, you was always there for me before when Rhys was being silly and when I was screwing Owen so I'm here for you now. That's what I'm here for." Gwen leaned on Ianto and pressed play on the DVD without realising the volume was still up from the Rugby match, causing them both to jump.
"Thank you Gwen, I love this" Ianto looked at Gwen; he always had felt comfortable talking to her about him and Jack.
"Me too," the thing she was so scared to say was going to come out to night she knew it "another drink Yan?" He handed her the glass, she filled it and passed it back along with a kiss, not on the forehead but on the lips. "Sorry." She went bright red.
"Don't be," He smiled, "It's nice"
She still wasn't drunk but just verging on the levels of it. She leaned in again and kissed him, this time it was more intense they had re-enacted the cold night, she kissed him he returned the kiss and they had ended up having sex again. This time it was worse than before, Rhys was in the other room, he could have walked in at any moment but thank god he was hard to wake up and she could always have blamed the three empty bottles of wine, one of which being red. "Suppose I should go to bed now, night Ianto.