And no, never living it down. But Prior also doesn't blame him for having run him through that little scanner. He wasn't to know. And it's not like being sick is a secret: there's the limp, and for all his effort to maintain weight he looks fragile. When he's tired it shows too clearly at the corners of his eyes.
There's a way people can tell, anyway. Something ancient and primal that triggers when you run into a vulnerable member of the herd. Prior's the one you let the leopard catch to save the rest.
But he doesn't look too bad for it. In fact, he's clasping his hands together, pleased.]
Oh I like a man who can play along.
[80 percent of the time he's not being entirely serious, Ianto. It's the 20 percent you've got to watch out for. Like the flicker to his expression as he speaks about his father.]
And I think you'll find a real man is someone who can own Pookie. Names don't make us anything, otherwise I'd be - oh, heaven knows, my name's this ancient millstone of a thing. The was a Prior Walter on the Mayflower, and in the Domesday Book, so I'd probably be British. Besides, what's wrong with John when it comes to manliness? I know one, myself. Military. Dark, puppy eyes, a real cool drink of water. [Slipping into the deep south accent, he fans himself.] Looks like a man to me. And-
[Prior inclines his head, offering a little low-cost kindness to someone who sounds like they might need it - ]
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And no, never living it down. But Prior also doesn't blame him for having run him through that little scanner. He wasn't to know. And it's not like being sick is a secret: there's the limp, and for all his effort to maintain weight he looks fragile. When he's tired it shows too clearly at the corners of his eyes.
There's a way people can tell, anyway. Something ancient and primal that triggers when you run into a vulnerable member of the herd. Prior's the one you let the leopard catch to save the rest.
But he doesn't look too bad for it. In fact, he's clasping his hands together, pleased.]
Oh I like a man who can play along.
[80 percent of the time he's not being entirely serious, Ianto. It's the 20 percent you've got to watch out for. Like the flicker to his expression as he speaks about his father.]
And I think you'll find a real man is someone who can own Pookie. Names don't make us anything, otherwise I'd be - oh, heaven knows, my name's this ancient millstone of a thing. The was a Prior Walter on the Mayflower, and in the Domesday Book, so I'd probably be British. Besides, what's wrong with John when it comes to manliness? I know one, myself. Military. Dark, puppy eyes, a real cool drink of water. [Slipping into the deep south accent, he fans himself.] Looks like a man to me. And-
[Prior inclines his head, offering a little low-cost kindness to someone who sounds like they might need it - ]
So do you.