Jack looked down at Ianto, asleep with his head in his lap. He brushed Ianto's hair; it was soft from the lack of gel, and curling slightly. They were on the couch—they often ended up there after a long day, because it was homey and comfortable—and Ianto had fallen asleep several minutes ago.

Jack didn't want to wake him, so had thrown a blanket over him. Ianto would wake up in an hour or two, and per Murphy's Law, they'd have to go to the Hub.

Now, though, they had a moment of peace. Jack could see snow falling outside—of course, it was the middle of December!—and could almost picture the crackling of a fireplace. Ianto didn't have a fireplace, sadly, so the coziness was lost.

But a quiet afternoon together was the next best thing, if not better.