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Ianto was in the elevator with a large trolley next to him with things stacked on it, including file boxes on the lower level or the two tier trolley. Sort of like a tea trolley but able to hold a body.
Lisa entered and stood looking at Ianto and his things, and then she snorted "They say you are getting quite attached to the freak."
"You know me Lisa. I like the solitude. Finally I have found a job that does not require being polite to people." Ianto replied sagely, knowing she was looking for a fight with her chin jutting out like that "I am content there."
"I really thought you were going places" she sneered openly now, her hands going to her hips "But I now see you are just a nervy little geek looking for his little corner to sit in a beanbag and read books with his glasses on the end of his nose."
"Now that's not fair. I only wear glasses when I am tired" Ianto shot back with a grin forming "But I do have a bean bag down there. You are right. I have moved my office to the large area outside his cell. Thought it best to immerse myself in the job, as it were."
"God, you are such a dead weight. I am glad I shucked you off now. Gordon is soo much better."
"Gordon?" Ianto asked with surprise "I had no idea your were aiming that high. Well. Good for you, let's hope Ms Hartman does not find out eh?"
She turned slowly to look at him with open confusion.
"Well… Gordie IS married to her niece right? Emma Hartman?" Ianto asked with his grin becoming a little more predatory "She might gut you like a fish if ya fuck up that one."
"Oh my god. Emma. That's why she looks familiar in the photos on his desk. Fuck!" she huffed, her eyes narrowing as she calculated her odds there.
Ianto left her to it, not feeling the least bit sorry for her or the need to help. After all… too vanilla right?
But he did smile all the way to the cell block.
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"Hey Jack, just me" he called out as he entered and pushed the trolley into the room.
He was right about moving in, it was a huge area. Like an entire storage room with a third of it Plexiglas'd off for Jack, the other two thirds simply empty apart from an old desk headmaster style at the far end. This would not do and Ianto was ready to work.
But the time he looked up it was later than he had thought, the room looked better than he had expected and the man at the Plexiglas looked like he might explode.
"What?"
Ianto walked to the glass and looked at Jack, the man was hyperventilating and seemed almost distressed, but at the same time clearly aroused.
"You know, I don't need to see that all the time. I am aware you have it, I have one too and believe it or not, I am quite similar in size" Ianto said as he tapped the glass. "What is it?"
Then he looked down in the direction Jack was, "Oh. My sleeves are rolled up. Yes, quite hot work moving furniture. But I wanted to be closer so the desk had to move. No idea how fucking heavy it is, good solid wood that. If I didn't know better I would say it's reinforced. Maybe it is, you know, some of the original furniture down here was metal with wooden overlay so if a major earthquake or a bomb went off or something, you would be safe under there, can fit two to three people huddled together. From World War II I think."
Ianto continued to talk as he went over and tapped the god-arsed heavy thing and was satisfied "Yeah. No wonder it was so heavy. It's reinforced. Probably too heavy to get out of here now with the modern elevators so they left it. Huh. I like a good desk, me."
"Hungry?" Ianto changed the subject, turning to tre glass. "What will it be today sir? The milk steamed bream? Or would sir prefer a steak?"
Jack stared at him silently.
"I know… pizza. Meat lovers?" Ianto walked over to the desk and opened the top drawer, removing the little metal money box he had spied in there while moving things about "Look. I even have an expense account. Some arse left this little tin of money behind. We may as well enjoy it, eh? I will be back presently. Why not read while I am gone."
Ianto bent down to rummage around in his ever present backpack and turned to look over his shoulder at Jack in time to see Jack was headed for the ledge and the book by his pillow with a piece of fabric in the middle of it as a bookmark.
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Ianto crouched and slide the box into the drawer, then grunted with annoyance as it was clearly too big. So in the end he placed half on a plate and the other half on top to get it to fit "I took a slice, don't worry."
Jack looked at Ianto as he rose and Ianto held up the slice of pizza to show he was not lying, then hooked the drawer to himself, sitting to open it and look with wonder at the pizza.
They both ate in relative silence, Jack enjoying the pizza with no regard to etiquette as he folded each slide and crammed the entire thing in.
"I bet you are mad with a banana" Ianto said after a while, then laughing as he pointed "Piglet. Come on, I have wet wipes."
Ianto slid a bag into the drawer, squashing it a bit as the gap was barely 30 centimeters deep but managed. Jack opened the bag and peered in then looked at Ianto with interest.
"I have had to guess but I am a bit of a clotheshorse myself, my grandfather was a master tailor ya know. I tell people my father was but he was really just a drunken fool that my grandfather tried to keep on the books so me Mam could feed us kids." Ianto shrugged, not sure why he was sharing that.
Jack did not reply, but the sweat pants did slide up those legs with ease and he did look better, the black t-shit adding to the look and now he stood there all in black.
"Great. You look like a western ninja."
Jack laughed.
Ianto could not believe it, not only had he understood the reference, but he gave a little kung-fu pose that had Ianto laughing too.
Holy fuck.
A break through?