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As usual, Ianto is sitting at the bar with a cup of coffee and his diary.

If one were to peek over his shoulder, one would see the words, "Today is my birthday" written at the top of today's page.

But one wouldn't do that, would one? It's terribly bad manners.

[tags of smallness: Maj. Evan Lorne, Billy Kaplan.]

[ooc: ~~Work-relate slowtime in effect.~~]

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"No, it's a big grey greatcoat. It's a really great coat."

"Right," Lorne says. "Like the bomber jackets but not."

His face scrunches up a little in confusion. "He wears a World War II greatcoat around twenty-first century Cardiff?"

"Like an overcoat. It is an overcoat."

He sighs. "Yes. It's cold in Wales."

"Well, sure, but...doesn't he stick out a little dressed like that?"

Ianto has to laugh at that. "I suspect that's the point."

Lorne nods. "Got it. I just...that's really different from my Jack. It's a little hard to comprehend, I guess."

"I think it's quite safe to say they're not the same person, despite the name. 'Jack' is a terribly common name, even if Harkness is not." He shrugs. "It probably is just a strange coincidence."

"True. They might not even be from the same reality," Lorne says. "Weird they'd both end up here though."

"Milliways," Ianto says with a shrug. "One of her many mysteries."

"I'll add it to the list," Lorne says.

"Like where the food comes from. Or how we can hang here on the end of time and never be in danger."

"Or how you can stay here for days and get back home exactly when you left and how the back door leads to Scotland or something like it," Lorne adds.

"Well, I know for certain that time is a lot more fluid than you'd expect," Ianto says. "I'm sure it has something to do with that."

"I'm beginning to think time is just a big joke the universe is playing on us," Lorne says. "It doesn't seem to mean a whole lot here."

"Or that the only calendar that really matters is the changing of the seasons."

Beat.

"I'm not giving back my birthday presents, though."

Lorne gives Ianto a Look. "I...wouldn't want your cupcake back at this point anyway."

Ianto grins and licks a little frosting from his fingertip.

"Though I am glad you seem to be enjoying it so thoroughly," he adds.

"I am, thank you."

He hesitates before admitting, "I didn't tell anyone at work. My boss knows because he has access to my personnel files, but I don't want to make a fuss over it with the others.

"But having people acknowledge it here, that I don't mind."

Lorne shrugs and gives him an understanding smile. "It's...different here. I wouldn't necessarily want to celebrate my birthday at work either."

"And to be honest, I have more friends here."

[ooc: hometime.]

Edited 2008-08-19 22:29 (UTC)

"All the more reason," Lorne says. "You should celebrate your birthday with whoever you want to, and don't let anyone try to make you do otherwise."

[ooc: Kay.]

Ianto chuckles. "I'm just fine with whom I'm spending my birthday."

"Well, good," Lorne says, grinning. "Hate to think I was imposing on your celebration."

"Yes, you and your cupcakes," Ianto says. "So imposing."