Jack just stared. He looked long and hard at nothing in particular. His mind was racing and he couldn't stop it. It just cycled through the motions of the hows and whys of his life.
He finally broke the defiant glare as he noticed a shadow fall across the floor near to where he was looking. He looked up to see who it was and felt a smile cross his lips; Ianto Jones.
He motioned for Ianto to come in and sit down with him. Ianto obliged and placed the tray he was carrying down on Jack's desk as he sat. Jack took in the aroma of the coffee that sat before him. The only thing that even calmed his mind, apart from Ianto himself, was Ianto's coffee. Ianto noticed Jack relax a little and he smiled. 'I saw you from the coffee machine. You looked like you could use a cup.'
Jack smiled again and placed his hand over Ianto's on the desk. 'What would I do without you Ianto?' Ianto shook his head, he wasn't really sure. 'Well I don't really know Jack. I'm sure you'd have someone else around that could make you coffee.'
Jack's mind began to tick slightly. He wasn't sure what Ianto was getting at. 'Ianto you know for a fact that no- one makes coffee as good as you and I would want them to.' Ianto couldn't really respond; for some weird reason he became extremely angry with Jack. Not wanting to show his anger, Ianto excused himself and gave Jack the excuse of needing to go down to the archives for something.
Jack could see there was something wrong with Ianto but didn't really want to push him by asking what it was. He let him go and picked up his coffee. Jack took a sip and almost didn't manage to catch the moan that tried to escape his lips; once again his mind ticking over but this time it was all about Ianto.
Why had he run out so quickly? Was it what he said? Jack truly didn't want anyone else making his coffee; if not for the taste then just so he could see Ianto multiple times during the day. Jack finished his coffee and decided he had to talk to Ianto; find out what was wrong and what, if anything, he could do to fix it.