[Oh, Ianto, today is just not the best day for thanking him. He blinks up at him, looking like maybe he's wondering why Ianto has a balloon for a head — and then he grins a bit, something sort of hollowed out in the way he does it. Wide pupils track the other man's hand as he takes a joint; Marty doesn't seem to remotely mind.]
Don't sweat it, man... We all gotta — y'know.
...
Y'know.
[Did he forget what he was gonna say, or does he think he already said it?
He just shakes his head and brings the dwindling joint to his lips again.]
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[Oh, Ianto, today is just not the best day for thanking him. He blinks up at him, looking like maybe he's wondering why Ianto has a balloon for a head — and then he grins a bit, something sort of hollowed out in the way he does it. Wide pupils track the other man's hand as he takes a joint; Marty doesn't seem to remotely mind.]
Don't sweat it, man... We all gotta — y'know.
...
Y'know.
[Did he forget what he was gonna say, or does he think he already said it?
He just shakes his head and brings the dwindling joint to his lips again.]
Dude, you were pretty bad off.