"Yes, I think that would be for the best," the Doctor says, with a smile he hopes is stern but kind, rather than evidence of how harrowing he finds dealing with sulky and then repentant children. Not only is all this Ianto's fault, but the Doctor is wise and benevolent and not at all flying this guardianship by the skin of his teeth. These are all true things. "I'm sure Ianto will appreciate your understanding." Look at that. He's a professional. Well, maybe not, but the stars were still a bold stroke of genius. "And I'm going to have a word with him, myself, I do owe him that. So you needn't worry on that front." Whatever that means.
That settled (and so skillfully, too) he moves on to the next problem, which is...a bit less clear cut, perhaps. While it's true that Ianto isn't outright pouting and backtalking the furniture (so far) he probably won't be so easily placated with the offer of new stars. Does he even need pacification? Should he valiantly vow to try and put Ianto back in his own universe? Callie wouldn't like that, but that's not the best reason to kidnap someone wholesale, and he has a sneaking suspicion that she's natively more emotionally grounded than anyone is giving her credit for. Maybe he should just...ask? But when are things ever that simple. And what if that isn't what Ianto wants, what then? Forget Callie's vote, and that of a TARDIS belonging to an other self twice removed, and forget Ianto's vote, too. What's his vote? The Doctor returns to the console room, eyeing Ianto like he's sharing a bus-stop shelter and not a space-and-time ship. Gotta wash that Manhattan dust off his heels. "Well. Callie's making tea, so that's you out of a job. She may apologise, too. I think I convinced her you weren't quite vetted for immediate travel." He does at least sound just a touch guilty, but that doesn't stop him from sounding proud of his work, too. "Don't think it's occurred to her you might want to go home. Or somewhere else." Nearest shuffleboard planet, maybe. Space-Wales. The point is, there are options, decisions to be made, preferably before Callie manages to commit her next culinary atroci-tea.
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That settled (and so skillfully, too) he moves on to the next problem, which is...a bit less clear cut, perhaps. While it's true that Ianto isn't outright pouting and backtalking the furniture (so far) he probably won't be so easily placated with the offer of new stars. Does he even need pacification? Should he valiantly vow to try and put Ianto back in his own universe? Callie wouldn't like that, but that's not the best reason to kidnap someone wholesale, and he has a sneaking suspicion that she's natively more emotionally grounded than anyone is giving her credit for. Maybe he should just...ask? But when are things ever that simple. And what if that isn't what Ianto wants, what then? Forget Callie's vote, and that of a TARDIS belonging to an other self twice removed, and forget Ianto's vote, too. What's his vote? The Doctor returns to the console room, eyeing Ianto like he's sharing a bus-stop shelter and not a space-and-time ship. Gotta wash that Manhattan dust off his heels. "Well. Callie's making tea, so that's you out of a job. She may apologise, too. I think I convinced her you weren't quite vetted for immediate travel." He does at least sound just a touch guilty, but that doesn't stop him from sounding proud of his work, too. "Don't think it's occurred to her you might want to go home. Or somewhere else." Nearest shuffleboard planet, maybe. Space-Wales. The point is, there are options, decisions to be made, preferably before Callie manages to commit her next culinary atroci-tea.