Ianto is looking a little frazzled already: the mansion is too big, the grounds too extensive, and Jack too damned slippery for Ianto to keep proper tabs on. This may have been a losing proposition from the start.
He doesn't expect to find him in the library -- though it's possible, of course, as long as there are other people there -- but if Jack's not there Ianto's hoping for a moment to sit down in peace. Probably not with a book; he can't take that long away from looking, after all.
Turning the corner into the library, he almost runs into a tall dark-haired man, and catches himself on the edge of the nearest shelf, sighing.
"Sorry," he says -- he's been saying that to quite a few people he's nearly run into; some people might consider it a cue to slow down, but Ianto, no, Ianto is stubborn. He makes a face, mostly at himself, and then tries to smile as he glances up. "--Sorry, but I'm looking for a -- friend, about my height, blue coat? Has he been by here?"
August 10, morning?
He doesn't expect to find him in the library -- though it's possible, of course, as long as there are other people there -- but if Jack's not there Ianto's hoping for a moment to sit down in peace. Probably not with a book; he can't take that long away from looking, after all.
Turning the corner into the library, he almost runs into a tall dark-haired man, and catches himself on the edge of the nearest shelf, sighing.
"Sorry," he says -- he's been saying that to quite a few people he's nearly run into; some people might consider it a cue to slow down, but Ianto, no, Ianto is stubborn. He makes a face, mostly at himself, and then tries to smile as he glances up. "--Sorry, but I'm looking for a -- friend, about my height, blue coat? Has he been by here?"