Challenge 694 - Wallowing
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m_findlowTitle: Wallowing
Character: Ianto, Tosh
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 694 - Pity at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Summary: Ianto has enough self pity for all of them combined. A double drabble.
Ianto wondered if it were possible to feel any more miserable. Probably, he supposed, casting his gaze around the cramped little tourist office. Even with all its glossy brochures and twee trinkets, it couldn't inspire him to feel any less despondent about being back at work. Truthfully, he was hiding out up here so he wouldn't have to face the others. That was still going to take some time.
The tinkle of the bell over the door caught him off guard as Tosh squeezed her way in, hands full with a tray of takeaway coffees that only made him feel even more of a third wheel. So it surprised him entirely when she plucked one out and set it in front of him.
'No one ever gets you a coffee,' she said, forcing a smile.
He didn't reply, just pressed the button and let her through. He didn't want her pity. He was perfectly happy wallowing in all of his own. There was an endless mountain of it for him to wade through, possibly burying himself permanently in it.
Still, he lifted the coffee to his lips and took a sip. Wallowing was good; wallowing with coffee was even better.
Character: Ianto, Tosh
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 694 - Pity at
tw100Summary: Ianto has enough self pity for all of them combined. A double drabble.
Ianto wondered if it were possible to feel any more miserable. Probably, he supposed, casting his gaze around the cramped little tourist office. Even with all its glossy brochures and twee trinkets, it couldn't inspire him to feel any less despondent about being back at work. Truthfully, he was hiding out up here so he wouldn't have to face the others. That was still going to take some time.
The tinkle of the bell over the door caught him off guard as Tosh squeezed her way in, hands full with a tray of takeaway coffees that only made him feel even more of a third wheel. So it surprised him entirely when she plucked one out and set it in front of him.
'No one ever gets you a coffee,' she said, forcing a smile.
He didn't reply, just pressed the button and let her through. He didn't want her pity. He was perfectly happy wallowing in all of his own. There was an endless mountain of it for him to wade through, possibly burying himself permanently in it.
Still, he lifted the coffee to his lips and took a sip. Wallowing was good; wallowing with coffee was even better.
