That was surprisingly candid. He wasn't really used to Jack being that honest with him. Usually the other man made private plans, plans Ianto only found out when the rest of the team did, or if he happened across it while cleaning Jack's office.
He realizes he's nervously jiggling his foot up and down, and stands up, going to the back of the chair, leaning against it. He can't discern why he's so nervous.
"She's wasting her time," he says softly, glancing up at the ceiling. If he was hoping for a distraction, it doesn't work. "I don't intend to Retcon myself." Although, if it removed the dark passenger, would he?
Apparently the last version of himself that was here was seriously lacking in loyalty. Something incredibly jarring must have happened.
"You still drink coffee in Chicago, don't you?" he asks with a small, nervous laugh. "I can make some if you want."
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Date: 2010-06-10 03:20 am (UTC)He realizes he's nervously jiggling his foot up and down, and stands up, going to the back of the chair, leaning against it. He can't discern why he's so nervous.
"She's wasting her time," he says softly, glancing up at the ceiling. If he was hoping for a distraction, it doesn't work. "I don't intend to Retcon myself." Although, if it removed the dark passenger, would he?
Apparently the last version of himself that was here was seriously lacking in loyalty. Something incredibly jarring must have happened.
"You still drink coffee in Chicago, don't you?" he asks with a small, nervous laugh. "I can make some if you want."