"Ianto."
Ianto frowned, letting the door close behind him as he walked slowly back to his desk. Oh, Jack. Jack, Jack, Jack. He was so oblivious. It wasn't deliberate, he was sure - or most of it wasn't - but after a while it got pretty depressing. Always having to step aside and watch while he flirted with someone else. Not being able to stay angry at him when, really, he didn't know he was doing anything wrong. It was just how he worked.
Just Jack.