Sulu pressed through the crowd, attempting to be as methodological as he could be, given the fact that he was having a very internalized sort of panic attack. He was going to be in so much trouble, never mind the fact that he'd broken his punishment. He was going to have to figure something out here. Someone would find Ianto eventually, right? But Ianto had some weird hangups about people and he imagined he wouldn't take too well to a stranger asking him if he needed help. Jeeze, what a mess.
Okay. He shoved down the internal panic and forced himself to think positively - he was going to find Ianto, and they'd go hang out somewhere less crowded, and it wasn't even that big a deal. Ianto was a teenager, it wasn't like he was babysitting a five-year-old or something. He pushed his way out of the crowd once he realized the other wasn't there, trying to decide whether or not to go down the walk the way they'd come or go the way they hadn't gone yet. Nah. He'd go back the way he came; if worse came to worse, Ianto could trace his way back to the restaurant they'd been at. It wasn't like the boardwalk had any real side-streets or anything, after all. He'd just... keep looking. He had plenty of time. He was going to get killed when someone found out how he'd screwed up.
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Date: 2011-03-05 02:17 pm (UTC)Okay. He shoved down the internal panic and forced himself to think positively - he was going to find Ianto, and they'd go hang out somewhere less crowded, and it wasn't even that big a deal. Ianto was a teenager, it wasn't like he was babysitting a five-year-old or something. He pushed his way out of the crowd once he realized the other wasn't there, trying to decide whether or not to go down the walk the way they'd come or go the way they hadn't gone yet. Nah. He'd go back the way he came; if worse came to worse, Ianto could trace his way back to the restaurant they'd been at. It wasn't like the boardwalk had any real side-streets or anything, after all. He'd just... keep looking. He had plenty of time. He was going to get killed when someone found out how he'd screwed up.