Ianto was all turned around. He didn't know which way he'd eased into the spot he was standing in from, didn't know which way they'd come from to begin with. He didn't know anything other than the fact that he was now effectively alone in a universe that wasn't his own, 200 years or whatever it was in the future, and that he may be hyperventilating a little. He turned to look at the crowd around him, a little desperately, but there were too many people and suddenly he felt very, very claustrophobic. Elbowing his way as quickly as he could, he bee-lined for the nearest edge of the crowd, not stopping once he'd gotten there, but running down the walk until he was well enough away that he could breathe again. Sort of.
He stopped, sinking down against the side of a building, trying desperately to calm himself down, but. Goddamn it, he couldn't even remember what city he was in, let alone how to get back to Sulu's house. He half expected that he was going to forget his English, or that the lack of the other boy with him would be enough to break whatever bubble he'd had and then he'd be stuck in a foreign place with a foreign tongue that no one had ever even heard of before and oh god this was such a mess. He ran his hands through his hair and put his head down on his knees and it was probably only through sheer teenage boy stubbornness that he kept himself from crying or making an even bigger fool of himself than he already was.
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Date: 2011-03-05 06:46 am (UTC)He stopped, sinking down against the side of a building, trying desperately to calm himself down, but. Goddamn it, he couldn't even remember what city he was in, let alone how to get back to Sulu's house. He half expected that he was going to forget his English, or that the lack of the other boy with him would be enough to break whatever bubble he'd had and then he'd be stuck in a foreign place with a foreign tongue that no one had ever even heard of before and oh god this was such a mess. He ran his hands through his hair and put his head down on his knees and it was probably only through sheer teenage boy stubbornness that he kept himself from crying or making an even bigger fool of himself than he already was.