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Ianto was aware of music. Someone was playing a guitar softly in the darkness of the room and he smiled as he moved in the bed and softly said his son's name "Impy?"
"I'm sorry Taddy. I was in the sound booth down at the studio for the day, by the time I got back it was over with and I was trying to get some clean-up organized when you came home" Imp said gently trying to keep his voice low for the migraine his poor Taddy was suffering through.
"John Hart is a dead man" Ianto muttered, moving in the bed to find a cool spot.
"I think we need to take a moment to recognize that this was not all him. Unfortunately Harley was helping out" Imp said and Ianto felt the sigh reverberate though his very bones. Ianto knew it must hurt for Imp for give Monkey up at an instigator given their… relationship.
"Monkey. Right. Now it all makes sense. That means there were untold children in here like some fort of juvenile rave" Ianto sat up and then regretted it, slowly lowering himself back to the pillows.
He door swished open "Ifan, you're not keeping Taddy awake I hope"
"No Dad, he's awake and pissy" Imp replied "trying not to get my boyfriend in too much trouble I guess."
"Charming" Ianto muttered into his pillow.
"I have the cleaning crew in and the place is getting fixed darling" Jack assured him "the floors will have to be redone. No way I will accept a quick buff of that. I am bloody enraged about that."
"And my stairs?"
"I am just replacing the entire run of carpet from the spare roll, no way I can stand the thought of that chocolate milk stain. Even if it steams out, I will still see it." Jack kissed his forehead "You OK?"
"My bloods are fine, my pressure is fine it's just my anger keeping me here" Ianto replied as he rubbed at his face "I am not getting out of this bed until the morning but if there were a hamburger of two creeping in… I might be happier."
"Cheese and pickles too?"
"Hmmmmmm… onions too?"
"OK my darling" Jack kissed him again, relieved that the wilting had been the shock of everything and his bloods were fine. Owen had said but, Ianto knew his own body better than anyone else and would never lie if he genuinely felt he was not OK.
But Jack was not letting them off the hook just yet. The Biddies had heard of Ianto's collapse and were now on the war path and believe me, villagers with pitchforks have nothing on old Biddies with knitting needles.
And they were on the verge of flaming torches.
