Ianto sighed, losing the thread of his report yet again. He was tired from being up half the night. Gwen and Owen were having another of their interminable arguments, apparently trying to outdo each other for sheer volume, which was making it impossible to think straight.
Scooping up his paperwork, he sought refuge in the comforting silence of the archives, away from his infuriating teammates.
Closing his eyes, Ianto prayed that Jack would come back soon, because he was about ready to kill half the team for the sake of peace and quiet, if they didn’t kill each other first.