Title: London
By: leastauklet
Pairing: gen
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood.
Summary: Too short to be a drabble, popped into my head. Ianto.

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Ianto sits on the bed, cross-legged, staring out the window.

A knock on the door. Gwen's I-don't-want-to-disturb-you knock, which is different from her I-don't-want-to-disturb-you-two knock.

'Come on, Ianto, Owen says he knows a pub round the corner.'

'What fucking nob got him a room with a view of Canary Wharf?'

'That would be me,' says Ianto and gets up off the bed.

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