What Jack fails to realize and what Ianto refuses to admit is that the Welshman is a certified emotional masochist. Why else would he try to save his unsaveable girlfriend, and then shag the very same person that shot her in the head? There was the delightful emotional attachment he'd developed to also consider.
One of these days he might admit out-loud that he is seriously fucked up and so is their relationship, but today is probably not that day.
He sits down on the desk now, blue eyes hot with anger, but his expression surprisingly blank. Then again, he's extraordinary good at maintaining a facade. He only loses control of it when he is enraged or impassioned, both of which Jack brings out in him, unfortunately.
Goddamn him.
"One week," he repeats, still perched on the edge of Jack's desk. It's almost like old times, except he is almost positive this argument will not end in a rather undignified shag against this self-same desk. He bets the desk is grateful. "And then I can return, if I still want to, no questions asked? Get back to my old duties?"
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Date: 2010-06-10 05:21 pm (UTC)One of these days he might admit out-loud that he is seriously fucked up and so is their relationship, but today is probably not that day.
He sits down on the desk now, blue eyes hot with anger, but his expression surprisingly blank. Then again, he's extraordinary good at maintaining a facade. He only loses control of it when he is enraged or impassioned, both of which Jack brings out in him, unfortunately.
Goddamn him.
"One week," he repeats, still perched on the edge of Jack's desk. It's almost like old times, except he is almost positive this argument will not end in a rather undignified shag against this self-same desk. He bets the desk is grateful. "And then I can return, if I still want to, no questions asked? Get back to my old duties?"