"Ianto!" Jack exclaimed, nearly darting out into traffic.
Ianto grabbed his coat sleeve just in time. "I know it won't kill you, but let's at least keep traumatized members of the public to a minimum, shall we? And, what is it?"
"Ice skating! Come on, we've got to do that."
Ianto rolled his eyes, looking at Jack like he was a particularly difficult child. "You can do anything you like. I don't skate."
"Yeah, right. Come on, just once do something 'beneath' you."
"It's not beneath me… I can't do it… cannot."
"But you love hockey."
"I watch it."
"But you played -"
"Field hockey. Dry land. Not frozen water."
"I'll hold you up…."
Ianto sighed, long-suffering. "Alright."
