Run.

Ianto makes his way up from the cells, the hub is quiet. Everyone is downstairs with John.

John...

He shakes himself as a flash of anger threatens to take over. He sits down at his desk and pours himself a drink, he's not usually a drinker but if an occasion ever called for one, this would be it. The scotch burns on it's way down his throat, he pours another and repeats the process a few more times until he's pleasantly buzzed.

He felt useless down in the archives, as per usual. It's a wonder that he hasn't gotten himself killed yet, or anyone else for that matter. He's a hazard to himself and the rest of team. Perhaps it would be better if he just...

Quit.

The idea brews in his mind. And where would he go? His flat? No. Jack would look there. His sister's? Yeah, that sounds more reasonable to him.

Jack...

Ianto winces. He knows that Jack loves him. Would probably be heartbroken at his sudden departure. But after the way John spoke to him, he realizes that Jack and John are a better fit. Without anymore deliberation on his part, he begins to write his resignation letter to Jack.

*Sighs*

Ianto made sure that his suit wasn't crushed in any way, glancing at the door he wondered why everyone had come back early. He frowned, his hand on the handle to the door.