sd4ianto: they can't let themselves dwell on it.
I love Janto: I always liked to think that they had a close relationship or could have at least. They both need time to heal.
Still doing torchwoodficweek. Today's prompt was drinks. I left it a bit late but didn't miss the day.
The team sat on the couch of the hub. A bottle of whiskey and five glasses lay on the coffee table. "To our sanity or well what's left of it," Jack said before he gulped down a shot of whiskey. Everyone followed suit and gulped down their drinks.
"You still have a bit of cement in your hair," Owen told Gwen. She picked off a piece off and threw it to the side. Her phone buzzed and she checked it. Gwen swore.
"Rhys," she answered. "It was my turn to make dinner."
"I think we can hold down the fort without you," Jack said. "Where were we?" he asked after she left.
"Drinking to our sanity," Owen answered. "Not that any of us have any left." Ianto refilled their glasses without needing to be asked.
"To Torchwood?" Ianto asked. He didn't look at anything but his glass. Tosh hadn't said anything in a while either and Jack made a mental note to make sure they were okay later. Right now they didn't seem up to talking things out and they all needed to drown their sorrows.
"To Torchwood," Jack said grimly. He brushed his hand against Ianto's."To us."