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Ianto was on his way home when the door opened to Milliways.

(It was meant to be an Indian place. He wanted a kebab.)

He sighs, not really in the mood for socializing, but he has never refused an entry to Milliways when it's come and isn't going to start now.

He gets supper from the bar and sits in a booth near the back of the enormous room where he can eat and spread out his work.

He is not hiding. Perish the thought. He'd just rather not be noticed.

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"Maybe."

This is what is known as a Wall of Protection, or Not Daring To Hope.

Lorne is quite familiar with both. He also knows how lonely it can be on the other side of that Wall.

"Well, don't go planning the wedding yet or anything," Lorne teases.

"No fear," Ianto says, rolling his eyes.

"Good. God forbid you actually hope something good might happen."

"Clearly you're unfamiliar with the Welsh."

Lorne shrugs. "You're the only Welshman I know."

"Well, there you go. we do have a tendency to look at a pretty day and say 'Wait till it rains.'"

Lorne laughs. "Wow. That's a ringing endorsement to vacation in Wales if ever I heard it."

"Wales is lovely for a vacation. Just bring your umbrella and galoshes."

"And beware the negative inhabitants."

"Oh, we are dour," Ianto says, shaking his head. "It's a Celtic thing. It's in the bones."

"In your bones, huh?" Lorne asks, smirking.

Mun pleads end-of-the-day loopiness.

"Yes, in the bones. Bones last longer than blood."

Perfectly understandable.

"In your bones like a deep chill?"

"Yes! I am never warm and I hate it!"

"You need to get yourself out to Hawaii," Lorne says, smiling. "Or the Caribbean. Or the Mojave Desert in August. You'll never be cold again."

"Sounds brilliant," Ianto says with a sigh. "Someday." Frowning again, as he remembers Plans.

Damn Plans.

"Hawaii's always good after a break up," Lorne says. "Sun and sand and half-dressed people of whatever gender you prefer."

"Yeah, if I can get the days off, which is nearly impossible. I swear, if I left for a day I'd come back to find my team buried in takeout boxes and alien corpses."

"Yeah, I know how that goes," Lorne says smiling. "That's what Milliways is for. Not as many half-dressed people though."

"I'm sure that could be remedied with the proper incentive."

[ooc: Hometime.]

Lorne nods. "I'm sure it could. You know, there's an inlet of the lake that's like a Caribbean bay. It'd make a great location for a beach party."

[ooc: Kay.]

"Oh my," Ianto says softly. "That sounds lovely."

"Doesn't it though?" Lorne says, smiling. "I bet it wouldn't be too hard to plan something. Like an end of summer bash or something."

"And just get food from the bar..."