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Ianto tried not to be distant for the party, he tried to engage but Walter noticed.

Of course he did.

He followed Ianto to the bathroom and slid in as Ianto shut the door.

Ianto was busy thinking about what to tell Idris, how this was going to play out and gage just how angry he was about the whole mess.

"Walt?" Ianto said with surprise, "You gotta pee?"

"No." Walter sat on the edge of the bathtub.

"Well, him you know I have a shy bladder" Ianto frowned, "What are you doing?"

"Are you are Daddy fighting again?"

Ianto sighed as his bladder complained, sitting on the closed toilet lid.

"No baby, well … no more than usual. OK?"

"No. Not really" Walter eyeballed his father, "I don't want this. Not again. I can't stand it when you two are in one of your messes."

Ianto was taken aback by his son's accusation and blinked as he swallowed a lump in his throat.

"Walt, I promise. .."

"No. I don't do those anymore" Walter stood, "This family is getting too big for those lately. I love you Taddy but this is all too tiring."

Ianto blinked again as Walter started to leave, "Oh yeah, Tad."

Ianto looked up at his son.

"I want a lock on my door, I'm sick of everyone coming into my space, not like I have a lot lately" Walter huffed, "I'm not a child anymore."

"No you're not Walty Bum, of course" Ianto said softly.

"Tad?" Walter leaned back through the doorway, "Stop that too please. It's Walt."

Walter left with no idea how much he had just crushed his fragile father and Ianto felt a sob threatening to escape as he valiantly stared into pace.

Gene's resurrection.

Incoming Twins.

Sasha's unwanted mess.

Now this?

He rose to finally have his leak and felt the first warning twinges of an incoming migraine.

Great.

Now Jack can point out this is all self-inflicted.

Ianto opened the medicine cabinet and looked for his pills, cursing as he found an empty bottle.

Jack's Tylenol was winking at him and his hand hesitated, then scooped the bottle up.

One won't hurt.

Right?