Date: 2011-08-26 05:46 pm (UTC)
It took two hours of Owen prodding and checking and double-checking… and the girls hovering with blankets and tea and hugs… and Jack’s dark, worried, overprotective presence, before Ianto’s patience snapped.

He had died.

Fine.

It wasn’t a rare occurrence in Torchwood. Really.

-[snort]
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