InsaneJournal

Current mood:

worried

There's Someone In My Head, But It's Not Me
Ianto walks down the street next to Doctor, looking back and forth between the Doctor and pavement in front of his feet. As odd and sometimes empty as it feels to have a year of his life missing, as much as he trusts the Doctor, he can't help the nervousness that rises and falls within him, twisting his stomach. He keeps remembering London, what they did to him there.