Ianto buttoned his shirt, tied his tie and slipped into his jacket. His only suit; he hoped it looked smart enough.
This was probably going to be his last chance to get a job with Torchwood Three. Harkness was running out of patience with him, so now it was literally do or die; his persistence would either get him hired or killed. His knees turned to jelly at the thought, but then Lisa whimpered and Ianto gathered up the shreds of his courage. He’d come too far to give up.
“This has to work, I can’t fail you, not now.”