"You were just… gone. And after a fortnight I rather got the impression that it was a sort of permanent gone."
"I'm sorry."
"You could have said something."
"There wasn't time."
"I'm beginning to hate it when you use that word. See, I've got no idea what your concept of time is. And you're making end with prepositions. This may not be a healthy relationship."
Jack laughed shortly. "I'm pretty sure I've never had a healthy relationship in my life, but I know damn well no one has ever gauged the health of a relationship in terms of prepositions. And that's exactly why I want to give this a go. So, look… I am sorry I ran off on you. It really wasn't my intention, but believe me, the Doctor is not easy to catch. Ask any Dalek."
Ianto shook his head firmly. "No. To the Dalek thing, that is. And… I suppose we could… pick up where we left off. Just… please leave a note if you're going anywhere… intergalactic."
"Does that mean I have a free pass for intra-galaxy travel?"
"You are an arse and I have no idea why I put up with you," Ianto pouted.
"I think you do," Jack grinned. He set his hands on Ianto's waist and leaned in close. "It was the first noun in your last sentence. And by the way, I love it when you pout," Jack whispered.