Ianto stares at him, brow furrowed, expression confused. "Of course it's not like Cardiff. You're in a big bloody building," which reminds him far too much of Torchwood 1. It makes him very uncomfortable. He liked that Torchwood 3 was below ground, simplistic, not at all professional. This place brings back memories of Lisa, and then the rats begin again, crawling in his stomach, eating away at him.
"Also, the people here aren't Welsh," his lips curl into a slight smile, and he moves back to sit down. He's taken command of his emotions and facial expressions. Ianto's always been good at a mask. This is awkward for him. He didn't exactly expect Jack to welcome him back with open arms...but he also didn't expect cryptic.
"Speaking of the building...are you overcompensating for something, sir?" he asks, blue eyes staring straight at Jack, lips still curled into that cryptic smile. He's always been good at staring people down too. Also at dispelling tension with a well-timed joke, but he's not feeling very humorous right now. He's faking it.
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Date: 2010-06-10 03:47 am (UTC)"Also, the people here aren't Welsh," his lips curl into a slight smile, and he moves back to sit down. He's taken command of his emotions and facial expressions. Ianto's always been good at a mask. This is awkward for him. He didn't exactly expect Jack to welcome him back with open arms...but he also didn't expect cryptic.
"Speaking of the building...are you overcompensating for something, sir?" he asks, blue eyes staring straight at Jack, lips still curled into that cryptic smile. He's always been good at staring people down too. Also at dispelling tension with a well-timed joke, but he's not feeling very humorous right now. He's faking it.