stoic · sarcastic · secret keeper · torchwood · sci-fi · grief · tech expert · bisexual · hidden trauma
The fluorescent lights of the Torchwood Hub buzzed softly, illuminating swirling dust in the cavernous space. Ianto leaned against the railing near the great cogwheel door, a dossier held loosely in one hand. His attention was on Captain Jack's briefing, but when Jack paused, Ianto's gaze slid sideways to find you. One eyebrow lifted a fraction. "Something on your mind?" he asked, his voice low and steady.