Ianto wasn't sure whether it was the fact that he was a teenager, or whether he was hiding his panic well, or whether no one wanted to bother, but no one stopped to ask him what the matter was, or even seemed to acknowledge that he was there at all. He gave in to a moment of sheer and utter panic, because oh god he was never going to get home and he'd be lost and he couldn't even remember whether Sulu was the other kid's first or last name how the hell was he going to find him again before he swallowed that down. Now was not the time. He was 15 years old, and he was better than that.
So Ianto forced himself to stand up and head back a little way toward the crowd. He figured...he could just stay close to the area, and maybe... Maybe Sulu would find him? He hoped Sulu would find him. And soon. He could only keep this optimism going for so long before he started ultimately freaking out again. Finding a bench nearby, Ianto sank into it, putting his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands and forcing himself to remember to breathe. It... It would be okay. He just. He just needed to calm down. ...god, he wished he'd thought to bring his cigarettes along.
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Date: 2011-03-05 06:50 pm (UTC)So Ianto forced himself to stand up and head back a little way toward the crowd. He figured...he could just stay close to the area, and maybe... Maybe Sulu would find him? He hoped Sulu would find him. And soon. He could only keep this optimism going for so long before he started ultimately freaking out again. Finding a bench nearby, Ianto sank into it, putting his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands and forcing himself to remember to breathe. It... It would be okay. He just. He just needed to calm down. ...god, he wished he'd thought to bring his cigarettes along.