I don't know what to say.
I don't know what to do.
So I say nothing and do nothing.
Jacks prowling around like a caged tiger. Ianto's trying to fade into the brickwork. Owen and Gwen — well I'm not sure what's going on there and I really don't want to know.
The quietness is getting to me — although it's nice to be able to concentrate for a change, I do miss the chatter.
Jack's locked himself away in his office again. It's probably for the best, he's so short with everyone at the moment, like he blames himself for everything.
Ianto comes to my desk, have I finished with my cup? 'Yes thank you ' I say. I touch his arm briefly to convey the feelings I cannot express in words. He looks away, unable to meet my eyes, I can see him fighting to keep control of his emotions. I won't do that again.
Ianto's tidying up again. I'm beginning to worry about his health, both his physical and mental health. I haven't seen him eat in days, not properly and he's always here last at night and first in the morning, perhaps I should have a word with Jack.
What was that crash?
Oh, only Jacks wastepaper bin being kicked down the stairs.
Perhaps now wouldn't be a good time.