I love Janto: it's a good thing he didn't marry her. Ianto would make the perfect maid.
biancurath: your welcome and I hope that I didn't confuse you. Chapter 158 had stuff added to it.
Jack scrunched a piece of paper and threw it into the bin which was already full of pieces of paper. He sighed, he just couldn't find the right words.
"It's fine Jack, I don't need a poem anyway," Ianto said.
Jack jumped at the sound of his voice, he hadn't heard Ianto enter the room. "I know but I want to write you a poem Yan. Stupid writer's block."
"Hmm, maybe you should take a rest and go to bed."
"I'm not tired."
"Neither am I," Ianto replied with a wink. Then Jack decided that the poem could defiantly wait until morning or afternoon.
Remember in one of the previous chapters that I mentioned Jack was a poet? If not you don't need to read that chapter for this one to make sense.