Toshiko doesn't notice that she's been staring at her computer screen for the last half hour, sightlessly seeing the same repetitive flashing of a black cursor against the white document page. She doesn't seem to notice as the screen flashes and fades as the screensaver kicks in with the electric flashes of the Torchwood 'T'. Toshiko doesn't notice anything, not anything at all.
No one else seems to notice either, no one seems to see that Toshiko is zoned out and hurting, trapped away with her innermost thoughts. No one except Ianto that is, as he steps up to her, materialising seemingly from nowhere with a much needed cup of coffee that steams its dark aroma like a Siren beckoning.
He wants to say something as he sets the cup gently down upon her workstation. He wants to break her from her stupor with a kind word and a gentle smile, but his throat is stuck and his face frozen. All he can do is to reach out and touch too-timidly at Toshiko's hand, watching with veiled concern as she is jolted from her trace to turned darkened eyes upon him.
She sees him, properly sees him, though her eyes are dull and Ianto knows, he knows that he may be the only other person in Torchwood who can truly understand just what the loss of love can do to someone. There is a hollowness in Toshiko's eyes that makes his chest burn and before he has a moment to think, Toshiko is leaning into his embrace as he slips an arm easily about her shoulders as if he's been doing it his whole life.
Toshiko fits against his chest in a huddle that makes his heart ache, feeling the tremors that run through her body and he steps closer, wrapping his other arm about her too, soothing away her shudders with stroking hands that rub her back and stroke her hair as he dips his head to press a lingering kiss to her crown.
He cannot tell her how sorry he is for her, how sorry he is that her lover is gone. He can only bring her coffee and a hug- a tight and clinging hold- and hope that she knows, that she understands, that Ianto understands.
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