Prompt: I've got too many regrets, I smoke too many cigarettes - karaokegal
Title: Film Noir
Spoilers: through the end of Series 2, sort of - no big surprises
Disclaimer: Torchwood and the characters and settings contained herein are property of the BBC.
He figured he had a few days at least before the cigarettes started making him cough when he wasn't smoking them. Probably longer before Jack noticed.
Ianto had always been a clean liver - eat healthy, exercise, moderate drinking of red wine with dinner, straight as an arrow - he just barely managed to keep from beating the fag against the wall at the thought. Torchwood had eaten every trait that he'd thought made him who he was, and gave him this in return: stale cigarettes in a dark alley.
He leaned out of the lamplight when Gwen made her entrance with a sad, anticipatory look on her face, on her way to see Jack. Ianto crushed the coal of his cig against the wall and followed after a discreet few moments, flipping the sign in the tourist shop to "closed."