Even though he's late, he does do some stuff from his flat. So while he's on the phone fact-checking and doing searches on the laptop he has linked into the base's computer, you end up putting on a pair of his boxers and the shirt he gave you. By the time the next meal rolls around, he's so absorbed in his work that he forgets to eat... So you make him lunch, instead.
"Hey," you say, hugging him from behind, "I made you pasta. All you've had so far is cold french toast and coffee. It's not much, but you should eat."
He sighs, blinking as he comes back out of the research he was doing. "Pasta. Right," he says, rubbing his eyes. He huffs out a breath before smiling at you, saying honestly, "Thanks. I probably would have just sort of forgotten until it got too bad to ignore." He kisses you softly before sitting next to you at the table, getting your chair for you out of habit.
The two of you eat one handed, the other occupied with lacing your fingers as your knees brush beneath the table.
"I should probably drive you home," he says, giving your hand a soft squeeze.
You just shrug, saying, "As much as I'd like to stay, probably. I have to shower and change before class."
He grins, blushing slightly and says, "I'd offer to let you shower here, but I don't think you have whatever products you use. Or a toothbrush." He pauses for a moment and looks away before saying softly, "We should probably fix that."
You just look at him, a smile spreading across your face, "So... Is that your way of asking to make this a regular thing?" You gently reach over and turn his face toward you, saying, "Cause I'd really like that."
You do shower at home that day, but it's only after a quick stop to buy you a toothbrush.
And though you sleep in your own bed that night, it's in the t shirt and boxers he let you keep 'because they smell like him'.
Your classes start getting really tough. Like, ridiculously tough. You swear that half your teachers have moved to the next grade-level's curriculum before the first half of the semester. So your indignation (and slight relief) at being told to /not/ go to class is completely justified.
"But Dad! What happened to my getting a good education? Mrs. Green made it clear that if I miss another day then I /can't/ pass!"
"Just trust me. Stay home today," Jack says. The sudden severity of his tone shocks you, putting you on guard as the pieces click into place.
"What's happened?" you ask. Something must be going down at the school.
"It's none of your concern," he says simply, "If you want, you can take the car. But /only/ to go visit Ianto. I'm having him work from home today. I figured you'd need company if I expected you to stay put."
Your sulk is slightly ruined by the slight smirk that your dad's pulls from you. Sly bastard. This is why he's one of the coolest dads ever.
He tosses you the keys and you just grin, giving him a kiss on the cheek before he leaves. "Be careful out there, dad."
He just gives you a cheeky wink, saying, "Always am. Mostly."
That just leaves you wondering what you should bring to Ianto's.