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God, how the hell can there possibly be ten pairs of dungarees that don't fit any of the kids? Were these Tonny's? Ianto held up each pair and checked for marks, patches and recognised them all. Really… he didn't recall purchasing that many over the course of time but he must have. Jack didn't do the clothing thing… not until Hawk.
He considered and knew he would not want them on any of the other HJ kids… these were so Ton, so… unique. Instead they were placed aside for the community box. Seeing other kids wearing them, community kids… would be different. Ton would get a kick out of it and the other DS kids would all want them, they all wanted to grow up to be a Toninator.
Seemed right.
He checked all the bowties and carefully packed them back in his top drawer in their different sizes and colours, so when he opened the drawer he would find a cascade of colour, a rainbow. Ianto knew he would be so excited like they were all brand new again.
He folded the shirts and again paced them in colours so Ton could easily choose his day, lifting each shirt to find the matching socks along the edge of the drawer.
It took time, he was meticulous but could not put into words if someone asked just how satisfying it was for him as the drawer slid closed. He knew Ton would explode it within weeks but for a while, jazz hands would wave over the drawer every time it opened.
He then did the same thing with the trouser drawer, making each colour and fabric pile look unique, the corduroy pile bound to be the favorite with this weather.
The bottom drawer was his 'big boy' overalls that always sat in the bottom drawer. No idea why but Ton ALWAYS put them there and Ianto checked each pair, placing two pairs said that had lost one of their bib buckles.
Then he finally slid that drawer closed and grinned to himself.
"A goof day" he said out loud and then sniggered, checking the time and rising to look out the top windows at Walt's house barely viable in the distance and he could just make out Jack on the roof waving an arm as he yelled to someone on the ground, slipping, arms wind-milling, saving himself, bent over no doubt laughing at himself… goof indeed.
Ianto went downstairs to start dinner.
