Ianto rested his head... «The Undertaker's Gift»
Maria199421 марта 2014Ianto rested his head against the steel door and closed his eyes.
- Hey, - said Jack - You OK? - I don't feel too good, actually. - You don't look it. Take five, Ianto. Get your head down and rest. I'll tidy up here.
Jack led him back towards the main part of the Hub. Ianto allowed himself to be steered to the low settee against one of the old walls, where he sat down heavily.
- Drink? - Jack asked - Coffee?
Ianto looked up sharply, alarmed:
- No! I mean - no, thanks.
Jack looked hurt.
- Making coffee, - Ianto explained patiently - is an art. Trust me on this. - How hard can it be? - No, Jack, really - insisted Ianto - It would be like letting a chimpanzee loose with Van Gogh's paint box. - Gee, thanks. - No offense intended, but it is best left to the experts - Ianto looked up earnestly and sighed. - Sometimes, Jack, it's important to know your limitations. - I wasn't aware I had any. - A thought struck him. - Who about tea?
Ianto shuddered
- Water would be nice. - Comin' up! - Jack saluted smartly - You just hang on in there, Barista Boy.
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