"I'll teach you tomorrow, it's too late now." Ianto says, and Peter follows his gaze to the clock that flashed 2:36, it was much later than he thought.

He nods his head in agreement, too tired to argue.

"You want something to eat? Something tells me you haven't eaten a while...since a sandwich at lunchtime if I'm correct."

"Ok Yan, you're just creeping me out now. Bet you can't tell me what flavour sandwich I ate." The American says with challenge in his voice.

"Nope, the device is switched off and to be honest when I was talking to you before I had other things on my mind than what you ate for lunch...the point is, do you want something? I don't have too much in but I can manage toast if you want it."

Peter chuckles, "Toast sounds great, thanks."

Ianto's flat was small and practical. The guest could tell he didn't live in it much; there were barely any photographs around and although Ianto owned pretty much the bare essentials the house was surprisingly welcoming in nature.

"Nice place." Peter says as he follows Ianto to the small kitchen.

"Thanks, I don't use it much. I had a job with long hours and practically lived at the office, you know how it is. You were a nurse, right?"

"Yeah, I sort of gave up on the job when all of this…superhero stuff started happening." Peter says, sitting on one of the stools by the kitchen counter. "Is that what happened to you?"

"No, I still have the job but my boss…he went away, and things have...changed." The Welshman says sadly, remembering the way Jack just deserted them.

"I'm sorry." Peter says, sensing that it's a difficult topic for Ianto.

"Don't be. In a way, things are better...ever had marmite?"

"What?" The younger man says, surprised at the sudden change in conversation.

Ianto holds up the jar of spread, "Marmite. I hear you don't have it in America. It tastes lovely on toast, want to try it?"

"Sure, why not." Peter shrugs, watching as he spreads it on the toast. "Your boss was Jack, right?"

He looks up in surprise, "Yeah...Jack. How do you know that?"

"I dunno, you mentioned it earlier, right? Or maybe I picked it up before I fainted...I dunno."

Ianto smiles at Peter's quick adaptation to the new skill and hands him the toast on a plate.

"It smells a bit funny." Peter says critically, sniffing the Marmite on toast, "Like Vegemite."

"It's better than Vegemite." Ianto says with a smile, grabbing his own Marmite on toast and sitting opposite his guest.

"So what's the story with you and Jack?" Peter asks cautiously, biting into his toast.

He sighs, picking up his own toast while thinking about how he can possibly explain it to Peter. "I'm going be honest with you. With me and Jack, I never knew what was going on. It's complicated, always has been, and then he just left and none of us knew what to do."

"When are relationships not complicated?" Peter asks empathically, thinking about Simone, Claire…and then rapidly deciding not to think about his niece in that way again, no matter how beautiful she may be.

They finish their meal in a comfortable silence, both lost in their own thoughts and memories.

"Are you staying in a hotel or something?" Ianto asks, getting up to make to make them both a cup of tea.

"Umm…yeah, near Mermaid Quay actually. I should probably be heading back..." He says with a sigh.

"It's too late. Besides it's quite a long way from here. Why don't you stay here tonight and I can drive you there tomorrow?"

"That would be great…thanks for everything, Yan." Peter says gratefully, getting up to help Ianto with the drinks like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"It's okay, it's nice to…you know, talk to someone outside of work once in while." He blushes, letting his shy side shine through as he focuses on getting mugs from the cupboard to his left. "Milk? Sugar?" He asks, returning to his more confident self.

"I dunno, it's been a while since I've had tea, just straight black would be nice." Peter says, watching as his friend poured the water onto the teabags. "Are you sure it's okay me staying here tonight?"

"Yeah, absolutely, looks like you could do with the rest." Ianto smiles, passing his guest the mug of tea.

"Thanks." The American says and follows him to the sofa.

"I'm sorry about earlier. If I...scared you a little, then I'm sorry. I know you're straight and going through some relationship issues and such, but I thought you wanted..."

"It's fine." Peter cut in, not particularly wanting this conversation right at this moment. "You mind if I make a call?"

"No, not at all. Feel free to use the home phone." Ianto says like the perfect host, passing him the cordless.

"Thanks." The American says awkwardly before practically running out of the room.


This was originally meant to be about 5 chapters long but it is UNFINISHED - sorry!