` Gwen sighed as the Captain disappeared behind the kitchen door. She then set her eyes on the Welshman across from her. Who seemed to be very angry about something. She pursued her lips. Why would Ianto be mad? It must be Jack. "Ianto, honey, is everything alright?" she gently patted his hand.
Ianto's glare had not dissipated, and he could nearly feel the cartoon steam coming from his ears. Oh sure, he thought, everything is alright except you throwing yourself all over my boyfriend. "Just peachy." He pulled his hand away from her touch. "Are you sure? Even with you… and Jack?" She used her big soft, 'Oh I'm Gwen and I just care so much' puppy dog eyes. Ianto was jolted out of his fuming. "What about me and Jack?"
"Oh, You know. You two seem sort of distant...Lately. Has everything been alright?" Ianto, for once, was speechless. His anger was so intense it had melted his brain and Ianto could feel the goo boiling behind his ears. "Me. And. Jack. Are. Fine." His hands gripped the table, knuckles turning bright white. Gwen batted her eyes. "Aw, that's great honey. Anyway. I'm up to check on Jack. Lord knows he can't be left alone 10 minutes, eh?" She laughed. He managed to exhale quickly through his mouth.
As Ianto watched the added swish in Gwen's hips as she saunter off to "Check on" Jack (Which Ianto guessed probably would end up with him teaching her some stupid alien stirring method and holding her wrist) he scowled. How was he going to compete with Gwen? Oh, Sure, Jack rather liked him, but he wasn't much for flirting. Innuendo, sure. One liners were easy. Flirting, with big doe eyes, and gentle touching, and laughing at stupid jokes, none of these were very Ianto. Still, Ianto thought as he peered into the crack of the door to the kitchen, what better to learn than to watch the master?