Author's Notes:
Second part of my drabble series written for Challenge 381: Pair at tw100.

Summary: The years of working for Torchwood seem to be taking their toll on Ianto’s sanity.

Working for Torchwood can have very strange effects on a man. You know you’ve got serious problems when you start talking reassuringly to your socks.

“I must be going loopy. You’re just a sock, and anyway your other half shouldn’t have wandered off, then it wouldn’t be lost.”

Picking up the paired socks, he arranges them neatly in the drawer and closes it. The odd sock is put back on the bed and ordered to stay while Ianto goes in search of the other half of the pair. Just how far could a single sock get on its own anyway?

TBC in ‘Sock Hunt’