Drabble_weekly Challenge 427 - Closer
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m_findlowTitle: Closer
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 427 - Pretend at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
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drabble_zoneSummary: Ianto thought Christmas at his sister's was going well. A double drabble.
Ianto tentatively reached across the coffee table, picking up a piece of bread and politely dunking it into his sister’s famous spinach dip.
‘What do you think you’re doing?’ The accusation was clear in his sister’s voice.
Ianto went stiff on the sofa, trying desperately to think what had caused her ire. He should have known he couldn't bring Jack over for Christmas lunch. He thought they’d both been on their best behaviour. He looked down at the bread between his fingers, wondering what he’d done wrong. ‘Um, dip?’
Rhiannon frowned at him. ‘You know what I mean. Why are you pretending like you don’t even know each other, sitting on opposite ends of the sofa? It's ridiculous.’
Ianto risked a look across at Jack who looked back at him, taking his directions from the man whose relatives house he was guest in. It was so very unlike Jack not to command the room.
Rhiannon huffed. ‘Honestly, if it's the kids you’re worried about, they see far worse than two gay men in love.’
Ianto chewed his lip and then risked moving his hand across. It found Jack’s and curled around it.
Rhiannon nodded. ‘That’s better. Some more spinach dip?’
Ianto tentatively reached across the coffee table, picking up a piece of bread and politely dunking it into his sister’s famous spinach dip.
‘What do you think you’re doing?’ The accusation was clear in his sister’s voice.
Ianto went stiff on the sofa, trying desperately to think what had caused her ire. He should have known he couldn't bring Jack over for Christmas lunch. He thought they’d both been on their best behaviour. He looked down at the bread between his fingers, wondering what he’d done wrong. ‘Um, dip?’
Rhiannon frowned at him. ‘You know what I mean. Why are you pretending like you don’t even know each other, sitting on opposite ends of the sofa? It's ridiculous.’
Ianto risked a look across at Jack who looked back at him, taking his directions from the man whose relatives house he was guest in. It was so very unlike Jack not to command the room.
Rhiannon huffed. ‘Honestly, if it's the kids you’re worried about, they see far worse than two gay men in love.’
Ianto chewed his lip and then risked moving his hand across. It found Jack’s and curled around it.
Rhiannon nodded. ‘That’s better. Some more spinach dip?’
