Jack stirred in the milk, and brought the coffee to his lips and had a sip. Urgh. Jack grimaced at the acrid taste of the drink filled his mouth. He really was hopeless with that machine. You would think that after more than 120 years he would have been able to make a decent cup of coffee. Where was Ianto anyway? Just then, the soft sound of an organ filled the air. Tosh walked in, files in hand, and set to work on a new device brought in just last week.
"Just then I heard some music. Like a pipe organ. Did you hear anything?" Jack questioned Tosh.
"No..." she replied, distracted by her work.
"Is there a circus in town, or a travelling fair? Something like that?" he asked, still confused.
"On a night like this? They would be wasting their time. "
"Where's Ianto? He would know…"
"He's gone to the cinema, with Gwen and Owen." Tosh replied, "Some kind of opening night he wanted to check out. The building's got a record of rift activity, but it's been quiet for years, so…" he voice drifted off. Suddenly she put down the device she was working on, and turned to face Jack. "Speaking of Ianto, there is something I have been meaning to talk to you about. This, thing you two have going, be careful okay? I suspect that Ianto is taking it a lot more serious than you are. He isn't as strong as he looks you know." Tosh looked Jack directly in the eye. "Don't go breaking his heart okay?"
Jack just stood there, staring ahead, but lost in his own thoughts. "I know…" he said, his voice barely above a whisper. Suddenly, as if nothing had ever happened, Jack snapped out of it, back to his usually business-like self. "And I don't intend to." He finished, grinning.
Tosh smiled in reply. "Just so you know." She said, before turning back to her work.