Just a drabble. I don't own Torchwood or its characters.

TW

Jack rolled over, trying to get comfortable. His bunker didn't have a lot of room, and the extra body beside him left him with little room. He moved onto his side, putting his arm gently across the still form next to him.

"Are you ever unsure of yourself?" Ianto's voice cut through the darkness. Jack propped himself up on his elbow, looking at the man next to him. Ianto's eyes were still closed.

"No." Ianto nodded and shifted slightly, giving Jack more room. "Is something wrong?" Jack wasn't very good at serious discussions, he usually lightened the mood with humor.

Ianto's eyes opened and he looked at Jack. Ianto's response was almost too quiet to hear. "Nothing at all, sir." His eyes were closed a second later, and Jack watched him fall asleep.

"I wonder if I'll ever understand you, Ianto Jones," Jack whispered in his ear. He kissed him gently on his forehead and settled down to sleep.