Bruce lowers himself into one of the armchairs, and gestures for Ianto to take the seat opposite. There's something different about the way he carries himself tonight. His body language is a lot more relaxed, and open, but his eyes are very alert, sharper than Ianto's seen before. Bruce has dropped his "harmless idiot playboy" act--it seems pointless to continue that charade, after what Ianto saw in London. It has to be apparent to Ianto that his employer is far more than he initially presented himself to be, and Bruce doesn't wish to insult Ianto's intelligence or try his patience by playing that game any further.
He smiles a bit, rotating the shoulder in question. "It's doing really well. You did a great job with it. Thanks."
He pauses, to make the statement that follows all the more pointed.
"You're a man of unexpected talents, Ianto. As I suppose I must be, to you, too."
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Date: 2008-11-24 12:43 am (UTC)Bruce lowers himself into one of the armchairs, and gestures for Ianto to take the seat opposite. There's something different about the way he carries himself tonight. His body language is a lot more relaxed, and open, but his eyes are very alert, sharper than Ianto's seen before. Bruce has dropped his "harmless idiot playboy" act--it seems pointless to continue that charade, after what Ianto saw in London. It has to be apparent to Ianto that his employer is far more than he initially presented himself to be, and Bruce doesn't wish to insult Ianto's intelligence or try his patience by playing that game any further.
He smiles a bit, rotating the shoulder in question. "It's doing really well. You did a great job with it. Thanks."
He pauses, to make the statement that follows all the more pointed.
"You're a man of unexpected talents, Ianto. As I suppose I must be, to you, too."