"So Ianto, what are we going to watch?"

"Well there's daytime TV, or a film. There's a new gameshow on called 'Pressure Pad' and it looks quite good?"

"The host is hot." Jack stood and took his shirt off as Ianto just looked at him. "What?"

"Why are you getting undressed?"

"Ianto, it's spaghetti?." Jack just raised his eyebrow at him as he draped the shirt over one of the chairs.

Ianto thought for a moment. "Good point, I'll be right back." He stood and went to his locker where he took out clothes and began to change. He stood in his boxers and put one leg in is jeans and as he was hopping into the other he heard a laugh. He turned to see Jack standing leaning against the doorway looking at him. Ianto stood there, with the front of his jeans open and bare chested. "What?"

Jack did what he always does when he's lying because he's embarrassed; he was stood with his arms crossed leaning on the doorway and then as he spoke he looked to the right and shrugged, letting his arms fall into his pockets and took a step towards Ianto. "Nothing."

"Tell me. Why were you watching me get changed?"

"Why not?"

"Well, I didn't say that you could, that's a start." Ianto stood with his hands on his hips, fully aware that Jack was not looking at his eyes and didn't care; if Jack wanted a look then Ianto was going to give him one. Serves him right.

Now Jack looked at his eyes. "Good point. Sorry. It's just that… I mean you're attractive and I appreciate attractiveness."

"Okay, and why were you laughing?" Jack thought Ianto was attractive? Well then...

"Well…" He hesitated but he knew Ianto wasn't going to let it drop. "Alright, you are always so straight and soldier-like that seeing you jump around like that, it was like watching a kid."

"Thanks." Ianto buttoned up his jeans a little angry. Jack thought he was like a child. Great.

Jack took a few more steps towards Ianto until he was stood in front of him. "I didn't mean it how you're taking it."

"How am I taking it, Jack?" In Ianto's anger he had pulled his boxers up too and now they were pulled up much too far to be comfortable but he wasn't going to fix them in front of Jack.

"You're taking it to mean that I don't take you seriously and that isn't what I meant. I meant that it was brilliant, I love seeing that side of you. I mean," He took a breath trying to find the words, "sometimes I look at you in here and you look so old." Ianto turned towards Jack intrigued. "You are so closed off, we all are, we have to be in this job but I mean you are so young and I don't mean that in a negative way. I've been around a long time and in the short time that you've had you've seen so much, even though you haven't been out in the field with us that much, and sometimes I look at you and I see this… frost. This aging behind your eyes, like you've seen too much already, I recognise it because I feel it too and seeing you just now it was…" He sighed and a small smile crept onto his face." Brilliant. It really was, it was like for a brief moment the ice lifted as Ianto Jones tried to get out of his suit and into his jeans." He smiled a laugh. "Ianto, you got younger before my eyes. How can I not laugh at that? It's gorgeous." He smiled and slowly walked away back to his dinner. 77 hours left with Jack Harkness and Ianto was stood in his jeans and socks shocked.