Jack grinned like a satisfied cat as he handed Ianto a wrapped present. It was still two weeks until Christmas, so the present was unexpected, and Ianto showed his surprise with a slightly raised eyebrow.
"It's nothing bad, I promise," Jack said before Ianto had the chance to comment, and nudged the present. "Come on, open it."
Ianto gave him another dubious look, but did as told. Gingerly, he peeled away the tape that held the wrapping together. Once he was done, he folded away the paper itself, much to Jack's annoyance; he was quicker and much messier, which seemed to him to be more practical.
Eventually—it seemed like a lifetime to Jack, but no one was asking him—Ianto took off the paper and opened the small parcel it had covered.
He stared and lifted, with no small amount of trepidation, Jack's present, holding it with two fingers. He felt the need to shut his eyes against the garish colors but forced himself to look at Jack's delighted expression. "You… got me Christmas tie?"