Inside, Jack stands without ceremony, no welcome party awaiting the arrival of Ianto Jones. Just Jack, and not even Jack paying a great deal of attention (or if he does, not showing it).
He's standing sideways on when the tourist office door opens and the handsomely be-suited man walks in, flicking his fingers randomly through a year and a half old dust covered guide to Snowdonia. He notes to himself that it can go on the rather piecemeal list of things for Ianto to put under his jurisdiction.
"Ianto Jones," he intones and turns on his heel. Straightening his back he shoves his hands behind him, seeming to suddenly dominate the small room. He glances him rather obviously up and down and nods, "Nice suit."
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He's standing sideways on when the tourist office door opens and the handsomely be-suited man walks in, flicking his fingers randomly through a year and a half old dust covered guide to Snowdonia. He notes to himself that it can go on the rather piecemeal list of things for Ianto to put under his jurisdiction.
"Ianto Jones," he intones and turns on his heel. Straightening his back he shoves his hands behind him, seeming to suddenly dominate the small room. He glances him rather obviously up and down and nods, "Nice suit."