Loved Dead Line, lots of lovely Janto and references to the 70's (we used to have a phone like that, though it was a horrible yellow sort of colour) - and am re-listening to it as I write. I loved Ianto talking to Jack, it was so open and that final bit? I walked down to pick my son up from school and couldn't stop grinning everytime I thought of it!
This fic is a lovely addition to the play. Thank you. :)