Summer 16 - Dreary Day Mingle
[ It's another calm, quiet day on the island. Swedish summers are like this, from time to time. Cloudy, too cold to spend outside but not so cold that you can really cosy up under a blanket. Another gray, endless summer day, the kind school children dread. Even the birds are quiet.
The Community Center lies mostly abandoned, the only sign of activity being the steaming pots of coffee and hot water set out on the counter, alongside a small assortment of cinnamon buns and shortbread cookies. The locals are busy elsewhere. Come, sit. Spend some time together. ]
The Community Center lies mostly abandoned, the only sign of activity being the steaming pots of coffee and hot water set out on the counter, alongside a small assortment of cinnamon buns and shortbread cookies. The locals are busy elsewhere. Come, sit. Spend some time together. ]

Christmas is over, work has settled down, illnesses gone... i'ts been a month.
Of course, it was fairly quiet there too. She poured herself a cup of coffee and made her way to the library to find something to read. Perhaps it was just a cozy day. But even after browsing the books, none of those looked good either. Eventually she resolved to pacing from window to window, taking moments to stare out and sip coffee before moving to the next one.]
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He smiles as he catches sight of Martha by the window and wanders over to join her in admiring the view.] Rather a dismal day, isn’t it?
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Met Spike the other day.
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That comment gets a curious little quirk of his brow.] And? How did he manage the first impression?
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You had me worried, but he was on his best behavior it seems. And devilishly handsome as you said. Cheekbones that could cut glass. [She grinned as she said it.]
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It’s very odd to hear her say anything remotely positive about Spike and he’s doing his best to hide behind his usual bland sarcasm and not give anything away.] I think he’s making an effort for this place. Or rather we both are. I’m not always the most social myself. [He wants to ask more, to see if she approves of Spike, if she resents him for being with someone besides Jack but he tries to play it cool.]
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[Not usual for Martha to be so out of the way. But perhaps that was what she needed. She watches Ianto make the coffee and notices his... discomfort? Apprehension? There's something there...] You seem to have something on your mind. Want to share?
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He walks back over to hand her the cup, smiling a small, sheepish smile.] Nothing really. I suppose I was just nervous about what you’d think of him. I know how close you and Jack are, it would be easy to disapprove of all this.
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We're close, yeah, but you happen to be ahead of me. All of you. I'm sure with a few years difference, things change.
[She took a sip before adding another thought.]
Also, I haven't talked to him since I learned of it. But Jack's a big boy.
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The most reasonable? I suppose traveling with a couple hundred years old man child... alien child? Whatever the Doctor is would do that to you.
[And you know, all the other things that happened.]
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In all seriousness though, how is Jack taking it? He's been quiet since we arrived with the first crew. And in order to avoid spoilers, I'm not asking a whole lot.
[Also to avoid talking about life. But Ianto knows what's going on with hers.]
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Honestly? I don’t know. It’s been months since I even heard from him, and he’s hard to get a read on at the best of times. I think he has something on his mind or some reason to come here but you know how impossible it can be to get him to share what he’s thinking.
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He's been rather quiet since the beginning of our time here. Even when I met him that first day he was stepping around something in conversation. But then, so was I, so I didn't pry too hard.