Jack is amused by Valentine's Day. By his time, at least by the time he was born into, the whole holiday had devolved into a citywide orgy. So, depending on how you looked at it, maybe it evolved.
Either way, it's sweet to be able to look back and see what it once was. Sometimes, when he's alone, all the couples going around make him want to puke. But on years like this one, he loves it.
He loves the cheap candy, the shameless commercialism, and the chocolate. Especially the chocolate. Even the contrast, which would normally upset him, of fancy chocolates and waking up under a broken electric blanket that doesn't plug in, while lying on an old couch, is amusing.
Perhaps, Jack supposes, taking Ianto on that date right before Valentine's Day wasn't such a good idea. But how was he to know Ianto would attack the food in that…particular manner. Or bring chocolate. Or eat it like that.
Well, he definitely miscalculated Ianto.
Since folk would usually be at work now, but the lights are still out, or at least the Hub is as dark as it can get with the constant glow of machinery, Jack can assume they've let him and Ianto be. On the other hand, certain sounds, which neither he nor Ianto is making at the moment, seem to suggest that Tosh and Owen have found other ways to entertain themselves. Figuring they're not in immediate danger of horrifying anyone, Jack nibbles at Ianto's earlobe to wake him up.
AN: And it all goes to hell in a handbasket...Thanks for the reviews, guys. Two more chapterlets, coming up in the next week or so.