[open rp post]
[He's in the Archives, putting stuff away, reading old reports and actually... y'know, working. Okay, so maybe he's sitting at his desk reading an old report from a failed attempt at rehabilitating zombies. Ianto takes a drink, cringing slightly when he realizes that his coffee has gone cold on him. He glances at his watch, realizing he'd been down here for a while now. Longer than he'd intended. The others will probably be wanting a fresh cup soon.
Feel free to ping him over comms, or come on down to talk to him. For anything.]
Feel free to ping him over comms, or come on down to talk to him. For anything.]