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Jun. 27th, 2010 12:16 amNothing he could say could get Ianto's mind off of his own frail life. Jack needed to distract him instead, and that required quite a lot of work on his part.. The Welshman was the sort of man that could, absolutely, fixate on something for hours if left on his own. Jack couldn't have that.
Upstairs, a bit of play with the dog, a lament over his coat, and Jack was ready for a bath.
Lucky for them, when Jack had this flat designed, it included a giant bathtub, very much like the sort that he and Yan had been used to while staying in New York for those few weeks at the insane expensive suite in the Waldorf. He was first in the tub, after taking a shower int he stand alone section of the room to clean the blood from his hair.
No need to soak in it.
"Stop it," he said, abruptly. "I mean it. Don't pout. Get over here."
Upstairs, a bit of play with the dog, a lament over his coat, and Jack was ready for a bath.
Lucky for them, when Jack had this flat designed, it included a giant bathtub, very much like the sort that he and Yan had been used to while staying in New York for those few weeks at the insane expensive suite in the Waldorf. He was first in the tub, after taking a shower int he stand alone section of the room to clean the blood from his hair.
No need to soak in it.
"Stop it," he said, abruptly. "I mean it. Don't pout. Get over here."
