Spoiler alert: They Keep Killing Suzie
Beta-ed: GlassSplinter
Ianto had gotten ahead of himself; he hadn't thought this through enough. He would have wait for a better moment, he would do it properly. But when Jack entered the room and leaned on the drawers filled with corpses, he looked so tired, so broken down, off guard. Like his wings were folded around him, shielding his wounds. Ianto didn't like that look on him, and, accidentally, was able to offer the one thing that would get him up and going. It wasn't an easy thing to offer, so he turned it into a stopwatch game. The confused look on Jack's face gave him courage, he was one step ahead; Jack wouldn't see this coming. But he quickly caught up and gave one of his best inviting smiles. He launched himself off of the wall and strode towards the future like he always did. Ianto was pleased with that response, so much that he called him Jack. He should've stopped there, his glove joke didn't pass very well. Jack looked so worried that he thought that it'd spoiled everything. Nevertheless he put the lock on Suzie's drawer, she wasn't going to sneak up on them again.
When he entered the upper floor everyone was gone, so he picked up two coffees and went to Jack, who still looked a bit annoyed. That was not the mood he was hoping for.
"So," Jack spoke while he placed the coffee on his desk, "is this going to be a coffee drinking competition?"
Ianto covered his smile with his cup. So that's what the annoyed face was about, he didn't like to wait. He could use that.
"No, sir, I was thinking that was just refreshment, but if you want..."
Jack got up and walked around the table.
"No." He leaned on the table knowing how he looked in that position, inviting and...
He had to focus or else Jack would take the lead like he always did. He took the clipboard that he carried under his arm, and pulled the pen from his pocket.
"So there really is a list." Jack tried to see what it said, but Ianto pulled it back up.
"Well sir, you wouldn't want to spoil it, would you?" He looked at him steadily, and Jack backed down with a satisfied frown on his face.
"Never would, Ianto." He pronounced his name like he sometimes did, as if it was an exclamation. "So, what's on the menu?"
"First things first," said Ianto, looking at his list. "Clothes," he pronounced it in that long welsh manner that Jack loved.
"What about clothes?" Jack was confused. Ianto took out his stopwatch.
"Your clothes sir, they do rather get in the way, get rid of them." He pushed the button and sat on the couch holding the stopwatch in one hand, pen in the other, clipboard in his lap. He looked so ordinary, only his eyebrows showed his amusement.