[He can't hide the limp and Ianto knows where to look for it, now that he's seen what's causing it. He can't help but glance down at the limp as Prior moves closer but then he smiles charmingly. He laughs -- a bit nervously, wincing internally at the sound of it -- at his flamboyant commentary. He'd probably have something smart to say in return if he weren't desperately trying to tip the scanner against his chest in the attempt to hide the display, but not make the motion look too obvious while he does. Knowing that at this point it's probably a lost cause.]
Oh, it's. Just. Something we had at work. I was surprised to find one here, really.
[So of course he had tested it out on unsuspecting passersby. One who, as it had turned out, appears to actually have something terribly wrong with them.
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Oh, it's. Just. Something we had at work. I was surprised to find one here, really.
[So of course he had tested it out on unsuspecting passersby. One who, as it had turned out, appears to actually have something terribly wrong with them.
Doesn't he feel like an absolute tool.]