Loose Ends by Lisera

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Title: Loose Ends, or Four Things Ianto Did after Cardiff was Saved
Author: Lisera
Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Ianto handles things. A letter, an understanding , a promise, a question.
Status: One shot, complete, 2680 words
Comments/Excerpts from fic: "Exit Wounds" has spawned so many fics about the first few days. And yes, this is another one.

Lisera winds a gentle tale told with descriptions and stuttered words, half-started sentences, and Ianto's steady presence as he walks through the first few days after "Exit Wounds". This Ianto grieves, it's not bottled up and hidden, but he still takes care of Gwen and Jack, helping them through the moments that unsettle them all.



Owen’s flat was spacious and bright in the morning-after sun. The rays of soft light illuminated the floating dust motes, lazy and iridescent, and Ianto drew his splayed fingers through the air just to watch them swirl and chase each other in chaotic patterns.

There was a thin film of dust over everything; it seemed to Ianto that only some places were spared. And even though Owen supposedly lived in this entire flat, Ianto could see that it wasn’t true at all; that Owen only lived in certain rooms; in certain parts of rooms.

Owen lived on the couch, where he had spent sleepless nights clicking from one TV channel to another, bored and restless but with nowhere else to go and nothing else to do. Owen lived in the clothes tossed casually on the bedroom floor, the half-open closet door where shirts hung forlornly, abandoned. Owen even lived in the packets of half used suturing thread and opened rolls of linen bandages, where he had fixed himself up every morning before coming to work in a different type of morning ritual.