Jack's very glad that Ianto warned him about that "empath" thing. It gave him a chance to make sure all his shields were up as strong as he could get them. The nervousness registers, but only as a pressure against those shields. Sure, a determined psychic would be able to get through them with relative ease, but luckily for him, Ianto doesn't seem to be determined right now.
Not that it's not setting him off as much as the rest of this situation is – the sight of him, the Sir, the edge of uncertainty in the air between them. He's just gotten good at working through that sort of storm of emotions.
He tilts his head, gauging Ianto. Taking in all the ways he's similar to the ones he's known, all the subtle tics of posture, voice, presentation which are different. Establishing a baseline.
After a moment, he gives a very, very thin smile and gestures to the chair in front of the desk. "How's Chicago been treating you?"
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Date: 2010-06-10 01:53 am (UTC)Not that it's not setting him off as much as the rest of this situation is – the sight of him, the Sir, the edge of uncertainty in the air between them. He's just gotten good at working through that sort of storm of emotions.
He tilts his head, gauging Ianto. Taking in all the ways he's similar to the ones he's known, all the subtle tics of posture, voice, presentation which are different. Establishing a baseline.
After a moment, he gives a very, very thin smile and gestures to the chair in front of the desk. "How's Chicago been treating you?"