Ianto is tired. Not that that is anything new since he got back to Cardiff; he's had rather a lot on his plate, after all. But he just feels especially tired today and has started to wonder how long he can really keep this up. When he starts zoning out and fantasizing about Jack, wondering what he looks like naked, under those vintage trousers with the unfashionably forgiving cut… Jack's firm, hard body pressed against his, like it was back in that warehouse, moments before a pteranodon nearly crushed them…. Ianto almost forgets that he's only doing this for Lisa.