"It's what I am," Ianto blurts out. "Sort of. Not, you know. Officially. But I'm a Torchwood agent and Torchwood is a secret agency, even if..."
He trails off, because he's not supposed to be babbling at the other man, is he? He's supposed to be breathing. And listening to what John is saying. He glances up to meet the other man's eyes before he forces himself to take in a deep breath and let it out slowly. Shaky at first, but he tries again to make it more natural this time.
He squeezes his hand on John's arm after a moment, just to let him know that he's listening. He's pretty sure if he nods he's going to go under, after all. Here he is though, aware of his breathing. He really is trying. What comes next?
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He trails off, because he's not supposed to be babbling at the other man, is he? He's supposed to be breathing. And listening to what John is saying. He glances up to meet the other man's eyes before he forces himself to take in a deep breath and let it out slowly. Shaky at first, but he tries again to make it more natural this time.
He squeezes his hand on John's arm after a moment, just to let him know that he's listening. He's pretty sure if he nods he's going to go under, after all. Here he is though, aware of his breathing. He really is trying. What comes next?