Outside, Ianto Jones hesitates by the door of the tourist information office that he knows to be a front for Torchwood Three. He is impeccably groomed--hair in place, mask in place, a suit that isn't the one he wore the night before--but still he's concerned that Jack will see right through him. He hasn't slept, but then again there have been plenty of sleepless nights since Canary Wharf, and since Canary Wharf he prefers them.
Ianto takes a deep breath, the cool morning air grounding him slightly, and glances down at his watch. He's afraid he'll be discovered, that he will get this close only to go no further, that something will happen to her while he's gone... It takes a great deal of effort to hold himself together. He can't afford to be afraid, to be nervous. Not now. Especially not now.
As the minute hand passes the six, he straightens his tie with numb fingers. This is it-- his chance, Lisa's chance, what he's waited for... and yet he's never, never wanted it less.
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Date: 2009-09-11 01:48 am (UTC)Ianto takes a deep breath, the cool morning air grounding him slightly, and glances down at his watch. He's afraid he'll be discovered, that he will get this close only to go no further, that something will happen to her while he's gone... It takes a great deal of effort to hold himself together. He can't afford to be afraid, to be nervous. Not now. Especially not now.
As the minute hand passes the six, he straightens his tie with numb fingers. This is it-- his chance, Lisa's chance, what he's waited for... and yet he's never, never wanted it less.
He opens the door.