Every morning was the same for Ianto Sayer. His apartment was dead silent, and the dark curtains held back the sun and noise that was outside. An alarm didn't go off, a spell didn't wake him, but he still rose at the same time every day out of habit. Six thirty five a.m. on the dot. He used to get up at this time every day to get ready for work, but that hadn't happened for years. But it still happened, every morning. And every morning he felt worse than he had the night before. It was like he rested during the day with his eyes open instead of at night when they were closed. Like his life was the dream, and his nightmares were the reality.
Ianto shifted on the bed and turned so his feet were sitting on the ground comfortably. He cracked every knuckle in his right hand, then the wrist, before switching to the left and following suit. Each knuckle, in precise, practiced movements. He then stood, turned and made his bed the moment his body was out of it. The tall, dark haired man was a man of habit, and today was no different. He showered, seven minutes forty-five seconds exactly, brushed his teeth, and then his routine became shambles. It always did when it came to dressing. His suits were hanging there in the closet, but even as he reached out to them. His digits went as far as to touch the fabric, but he hadn't worn them since everyone had died. Today would be another mark on that list.
So the tortured man dressed like he normally did. A random t-shirt, pair of jeans that weren't too dirty, and some converse. A sigh escaped him and he ran his hands through his hair without even thinking about it before leaning on a wall and trying to keep himself together. He was supposed to meet Evie today. He shouldn't keep her waiting, nor let her down by not showing. His deep blue eyes closed, and his hands shook. He had to keep it together. For some reason the years that had passed made it easier, and yet harder. It was hard in this apartment, sitting here in a place that he should have been sharing with his wife, but the moment he gathered and went outside he was fine. At least that's what he told himself every morning. And today would be no different.
He pulled on a jacket since it was winter, stuffed his keys in his pocket and left. One foot in front of the other, and the moment he was outside of his apartment he felt... better. Not that it was completely gone, just that it was easier to think. He was calm, his face was calm, and everything was alright. It didn't take him long to hit the docks, and locate the warehouse he went to all the time. Not long at all. He walked inside, and quickly began to set things up for his little meeting with Evie. It would be a bit of planning, a bit of small talk, and just general knowledge of this and that. Still he knew her typical drink in the mornings, and considering it was now past nine, she'd probably be wanting something. He made himself a coffee, and her normal drink of choice, setting it down at the spot at the table she always sat at. He took his spot on the other side after rolling out a few of the papers they would need. Everything was ready for her, like always. Ianto didn't work any other way. He just took a sip of his coffee and waited.