20
Tarn found Ianto out in the backyard. He was standing with his hands on his hips as he glared at the glasshouse.
"Is everything OK Mr HJ?" Tarn asked.
"Ianto" Ianto said absently as he took a few steps and frowned again.
"Sorry?" Tarn frowned.
"My name is Ianto, sweetie" Ianto muttered as he squatted and looked for another angle.
"What are you doing Ianto?" Tarn said after the silent sqwueeing was finished.
"This glasshouse of stuffed" Ianto huffed, "I'm looking at the site for a demolition and rebuild."
"Yeah?" Tarn's eyes lit up and Ianto huffed.
"Tools over there" Ianto waved a hand and cocked his head.
"I'd rather not have broken glass everywhere but if you and CJ want to tear it down … carefully … then you can go for it!" Ianto stood and walked back inside as Tarn now looked speculatively at the old glass ruin.
CJ walked into the main room where his Tad was reading a book.
"Taddy? You seen Tarn?" he tapped Ianto's knee and Ianto looked up with a smile.
"Out back bug" Ianto muttered, turning a page and settling back into the sofa cushions.
CJ walked out back and found Tarn swinging of the framework of the glasshouse with snarls and growls of rage.
"Tarnish?" CJ gaped.
"Fucking bastard piece of shit" Tarn was crying, big fat tears as he took a few minutes to bash at the frame with an axe Ianto had provided along with a cool hammer.
Tarn dropped the axe and sniffed.
CJ saw the glass carefully leaning against the side of the house then turned back to watch his boyfriend attack the wooden framework again.
This time he screamed, roars of rage as he slammed the hammer into the wood, again and again.
Tarn dropped the hammer and fell to his knees as he sobbed and CJ took him into a hug.
"Oh my Tarnished love" he whispered, kissing his boyfriend in open defiance of the "Not touchies" rule his father had imposed.
Ianto watched from the kitchen window and huffed with satisfaction as he watched Tarn's tears taper off and he snuggled with CJ who said something softly that made him laugh.
Ianto went back to his book.