[I'm not entirely certain this is domestic, per se. It's kind of shopping, I guess? And I've always associated the piano with calm at-home time, so... this is what I came up with.]
play me a song
“The problem,” Ianto says, “is that there’s just no room for a grand piano.”
Jack doesn’t lose the dreamy-eyed expression he’s currently wearing.
“I suppose an upright,” Ianto muses. “Jack?”
“Hmm,” Jack says.
“No space for a grand, Jack,” Ianto says firmly. He steers Jack away from the glass window and into the shop. “But do you want to look at the uprights?”
“But that grand is so pretty,” Jack says.
“And big,” Ianto says. “Unless you want to knock down the wall between the living room and the guest room –”
“We could!” Jack says brightly.
“It’s load-bearing,” Ianto says, “and I’d rather not bring my house down around me. Uprights?”
“You don’t even play,” Jack says, running his hand over the keyboard of a display piece.
“You do,” Ianto says. “Or at least, you did. And would if you had a piano.”
“It’s okay?” Jack asks.
Ianto shrugs. “We’re going in halves,” he says. “Go look around. I’ll be –” he waves vaguely at the guitars on the far side of the music shop. “– Over there.”
Jack’s already tuned him out completely, and so Ianto grins and heads over to the only instrument he’s remotely familiar with. He’s already got a guitar at home, and he doesn’t play well or often enough to warrant buying another, so he just appreciates the craftsmanship while listening to the sounds of rapture Jack is making behind him. Even if they’re only getting an upright, it’ll be a lot of bother getting it to fit in Ianto’s small flat. It’ll have to go in the living room, probably in the far corner, and they’ll have to shove the telly over nearer to the dining table, and move the couch to face the other way, and kiss good-bye to any semblance of free space –
A happy, jazzy little melody starts up behind Ianto, and he turns. Jack’s playing, and there’s a child-like smile on his face. Jack doesn’t wear that look often. Ianto can’t remember the last time he saw it.
Ianto shrugs and leans against the wall to watch Jack. It’s about time he changed the layout of his furniture anyway.
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Date: 2010-12-26 12:43 pm (UTC)play me a song
“The problem,” Ianto says, “is that there’s just no room for a grand piano.”
Jack doesn’t lose the dreamy-eyed expression he’s currently wearing.
“I suppose an upright,” Ianto muses. “Jack?”
“Hmm,” Jack says.
“No space for a grand, Jack,” Ianto says firmly. He steers Jack away from the glass window and into the shop. “But do you want to look at the uprights?”
“But that grand is so pretty,” Jack says.
“And big,” Ianto says. “Unless you want to knock down the wall between the living room and the guest room –”
“We could!” Jack says brightly.
“It’s load-bearing,” Ianto says, “and I’d rather not bring my house down around me. Uprights?”
“You don’t even play,” Jack says, running his hand over the keyboard of a display piece.
“You do,” Ianto says. “Or at least, you did. And would if you had a piano.”
“It’s okay?” Jack asks.
Ianto shrugs. “We’re going in halves,” he says. “Go look around. I’ll be –” he waves vaguely at the guitars on the far side of the music shop. “– Over there.”
Jack’s already tuned him out completely, and so Ianto grins and heads over to the only instrument he’s remotely familiar with. He’s already got a guitar at home, and he doesn’t play well or often enough to warrant buying another, so he just appreciates the craftsmanship while listening to the sounds of rapture Jack is making behind him. Even if they’re only getting an upright, it’ll be a lot of bother getting it to fit in Ianto’s small flat. It’ll have to go in the living room, probably in the far corner, and they’ll have to shove the telly over nearer to the dining table, and move the couch to face the other way, and kiss good-bye to any semblance of free space –
A happy, jazzy little melody starts up behind Ianto, and he turns. Jack’s playing, and there’s a child-like smile on his face. Jack doesn’t wear that look often. Ianto can’t remember the last time he saw it.
Ianto shrugs and leans against the wall to watch Jack. It’s about time he changed the layout of his furniture anyway.