Tosh was babbling as she tried to tell Ianto about her new friend but Ianto was still distracted by his secrets.
Since meeting her, Tosh had finally started to hope for a real relationship. The chocolate and flowers kind of hoping.
"Ianto!" Tosh growled, pulling at his arm.
Finally Ianto looked at her and noticed for the first time that she was happy.
"Sorry Toshi. Not much sleep last night." Ianto smiled.
Luckily, she swallowed the lie, and he realised this was a serious crush if she'd overlooked a lie that would normally have her Ianto-radar twitching.
Whoever this Mary was, she had definitely made an impact on Tosh.
"She's brilliant, Ianto. A mentalist, like you see on telly." Tosh giggled. "The wicked things she says people are thinking. Lord knows what she would make of Jack."
"Yes, well. I'm sure even a mentalist is no match for the captain's charm," Ianto sighed.
"Ianto? What's wrong?" Tosh asked quietly.
"Nothing. Like I said, I didn't get much sleep. Ignore me." Ianto tried another smile, and Tosh finally caught the lie.
"Tell your sister-in-law the problem," she drawled in a fake American accent.
"Huh?" Ianto was confused by her sudden playfulness.
"The night of the fire Jack told them I was his sister so they would let me through." Tosh looked closely at Ianto and became concerned.
"He's good at thinking on his feet, that one," Ianto snorted.
"Ianto? Come on. Your sling's off and you've been given a clean bill of health. Walter has no ill effects from the fire and Jack is progressing remarkably well," Tosh stated the obvious plus points.
"Meanwhile, I'm living in his house, reliant on him for transport, and his brother wants to steal my baby!" Ianto sighed dramatically, throwing himself back in her bed.
The clothes Tosh had been rifling through were dumped on the floor as she crawled over to lie beside him. She placed her hand on his shoulder and mimicked his dramatic sigh.
"Woe is me. My poor beloved Ianto, whom is mine own true brother, is but injured of the mind!" she burbled nonsense which usually led to a longwinded lecture from Ianto on the correct word usage in a conversation, but … nothing.
"Yani? What is it?" she whispered, her hand finding his.
"I don't know if me and Jack are gonna make it," Ianto whispered back, and Tosh made a small sound in her throat.
"He has a secret. A big one," he murmured to the ceiling.
"And you don't?"