“Yes, well—physically, perhaps, but I’ve found no man is immune to the bruised ego that can come from ending up on your arse because some klutz isn’t paying attention.” Ianto replies, looking away to make sure the server has passed without incident before turning back to the otherwise solidly built man. He offers his hand, paired with a self deprecating smile.

“Hello. I am a klutz.” He deadpans before speaking seriously. “