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Jack looked at the plate of food so carefully placed down, feeling the hand that slid from his shoulder, across the back of his neck lovingly, to slide from the other shoulder in that familiar way Ianto does.
Ianto then sat and calmly picked up his fork and started to eat as Hawk's eyes swivelled between the two parents, his face one of total confusion as Ianto do not scold him for being at the table with a hat on… OK… the bowl Ianto had wanted to prepare the meal with until Daddy stepped in and told Ianto to just get another one as Hawk was playing. Also…Taddy did not mention the toy sitting by his plate or ask if he had washed his hands.
"Can you pass the salt please love?" Jack asked and Ianto smiled as he complied, then picked up his glass of juice for a sip before resuming his silent meal.
Ianto knew they were uncomfortable with this childish display but… damn it… if they want to act like kids, he can too. Hawk narrowed his eye as he also thought about the childishness of the situation, then as any child with his brain might do, he tried something "Can I watch my tablet after my bath? Snuggle in the big bed?"
Ianto's fork wavered slightly causing some peas to tumble off and he cleared his throat looking at his plate as he recharged the fork then took the mouthful without answering, Hawk turning to stare at his Daddy. "Dadda?"
"Well…" Jack was uncomfortable now as Ianto chewed slowly, looking at his plate "Ah… I guess so."
"YES!" Hawk punched the air and grinned, settling back in his chair as another of the rules got overturned. Ianto continued to stare at his plate then he placed his fork down and rose with it.
"Ianto? Not hungry?" Jack asked with concern, less than half the meal consumed and he knew Ianto needed that meal for his evening sugar levels.
Ianto's answer was to scrape the food into the little bucket on the end of the bench for the pigs. Yeah. The pigs. Walter had been the soft touch there, pigs back in the village now that got the scraps from eager children. The little bucket was a little larger than an ice bucket for a bottle of champagne and had a cool little lid. When they go home at the end of the weekend said bucket will be popped in the boot for the piggies.
"Ianto?" Jack asked, sighing as Ianto started to clear things away and he knew he had REALLY fucked up… man. Why the hell had he said that? Telling Ianto to shut up… damn it. He knew Ianto's limits.
But really… it was just a silly argument right?