[Marcos has a right to be concerned. Not only is Ianto overheating, but it's the atmosphere as well that's starting to get to him.
Try as he might to play it cool and pretend otherwise, having lived through a traumatic situation of his own, it's left its marks. There may not be any Cybermen or Daleks causing this one, but he knows he's been jumping at shadows. And pulling a dead colleague from underneath the rubble left behind by their battle is no different than pulling a dead civilian out of the rubble here and now.]
Who? Me?
[Ianto waves a hand in front of himself. He's sunburnt, and sweating a lot, though he can't tell if that's because of the heat or the memories of Torchwood Tower.]
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Try as he might to play it cool and pretend otherwise, having lived through a traumatic situation of his own, it's left its marks. There may not be any Cybermen or Daleks causing this one, but he knows he's been jumping at shadows. And pulling a dead colleague from underneath the rubble left behind by their battle is no different than pulling a dead civilian out of the rubble here and now.]
Who? Me?
[Ianto waves a hand in front of himself. He's sunburnt, and sweating a lot, though he can't tell if that's because of the heat or the memories of Torchwood Tower.]
Fine! I'm fine.