Ianto Jones was… well, he was rather confused.
Everyone liked to joke that the Torchwood team was a family, but in that scenario, Ianto always felt more like the kindly butler: there, but not really part of the dynamic.
Thus, being clung to by a freezing Gwen was a bit unsettling. He wasn't sure that they'd ever had a conversation, but here she was, casually snuggling him like a little sister.
"There's a thermos in the SUV," he offered nervously.
The wide smile he received was unlike any before; maybe he was more part of the family than he thought.
