Challenge 733 - Decent proposal
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m_findlowTitle: Decent proposal
Character: Jack, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 733 - Haunt at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Ianto has a proposal for Jack to draw him out of his mood. A double drabble.
Jack could hear footsteps behind him as he stood at the building’s edge, just starting out over the city. When he turned his head he saw who the footsteps belonged to, even if he could have guessed them by sound alone. ‘How’d you find me here?’ he asked. ‘Tracker in my phone?’
Ianto stepped slowly towards him, though still keeping a cautious distance from the edge where the wind tugged at Jack’s coat, luring him to join it as it snaked between the lofty heights. He shrugged away the suggestion. ‘Nothing so technical. It’s just obvious.’
Jack frowned as he considered the response. ‘How so?’
‘When you feel good, you hang out on the top of the Altolusso. When you come to brood, it’s the Exchange Building. Tonight, it’s the latter.’
‘Am I that transparent?’
‘I prefer to use the term predictably consistent. I also happen to know that your favourite haunt for a drink afterwards is just a block from here behind Cathedral Road.’ He revealed a bottle of expensive scotch from inside his coat. ‘Tonight I thought perhaps we could dispense with the need to go anywhere.’
‘Brooding is usually a one-man sport.’
‘So let’s not brood, then.’
Jack could hear footsteps behind him as he stood at the building’s edge, just starting out over the city. When he turned his head he saw who the footsteps belonged to, even if he could have guessed them by sound alone. ‘How’d you find me here?’ he asked. ‘Tracker in my phone?’
Ianto stepped slowly towards him, though still keeping a cautious distance from the edge where the wind tugged at Jack’s coat, luring him to join it as it snaked between the lofty heights. He shrugged away the suggestion. ‘Nothing so technical. It’s just obvious.’
Jack frowned as he considered the response. ‘How so?’
‘When you feel good, you hang out on the top of the Altolusso. When you come to brood, it’s the Exchange Building. Tonight, it’s the latter.’
‘Am I that transparent?’
‘I prefer to use the term predictably consistent. I also happen to know that your favourite haunt for a drink afterwards is just a block from here behind Cathedral Road.’ He revealed a bottle of expensive scotch from inside his coat. ‘Tonight I thought perhaps we could dispense with the need to go anywhere.’
‘Brooding is usually a one-man sport.’
‘So let’s not brood, then.’
