Trying to Relax
Ianto sits in the apartment, both enjoying the quiet and somewhat put off by it. Dee is out, as he usually is, enjoying his time on beach; Ianto hasn't seen much of him these past few days. Alex is gone again, too, taking off to who knew where. He'd said he needed space, which Ianto is more than willing to give him, no matter how unexpected saying such a thing might be. He's just worried about him, he isn't in such great shape at the moment, either physically or emotionally. He knows he's responsible to at least some of the one, and most if not all of the other, and feels a bit guilty at that.

He goes to the kitchen and pours himself another cup of coffee, despite the fact that it's midafternoon, returning to the living room and taking seat on the couch, picking up the paper and leafing through it idly.