Jack was in his office, staring out the window at Ianto as he pulled on his coat. Ianto smiled up at him, waving, before meeting up with Tosh.
"Sorry for the delay, our visitors wanted Coffee." Tosh smiled standing.
"Is that all that they wanted? I mean, I've seen enough Hentai to know where that could have gone." Ianto flushed crimson and stared open mouthed at the normally so reserved Toshiko.
"Yes they just wanted Coffee! Get you mind out of the gutter Miss Sato!"Tosh giggled, linking arms with the Welshman as they headed out of the cog door.
"So tell me, so you have any clue what Jack is planning for tonight?" Ianto asked as they walked across the Plass.
"Nope. Nothing. He just asked that I keep you company and help you get ready for your date tonight." The Asian woman elbowed the Welshman in the ribs playfully.
"Well I'm hungry. Its nearly three and neither of us have had a lunch yet." Tosh wanted to deny it, but the rumbling in her stomach put a stop to it.
"Take out, or would you rather I cook something?" Ianto asked. They stood at the fateful corner in which Ianto had fled just a few nights ago.
"Why don't you cook? I would rather be at your place anyway." Tosh said wrapping her jacket tighter around her slender shoulders.
"It is a bit nippy isn't it?" Ianto commented, grasping her hand as they walked the few blocks to the Welshman's flat. He saw the curtains of his neighbor's house twitch as the elderly neighbor spied on him, and he rolled his eyes. What a shock she must be having at seeing him come home in the middle of the day with a woman.
He smiled at that, and Tosh couldn't help but notice the humor that seemed to creep over the Welshman.
"What?" She asked, stepping into his flat and shedding her overcoat and boots.
"Just thinking of what my neighbor must be thinking. This is the first time I've ever brought a woman home with me." Tosh laughed, sitting gracefully on Ianto's couch and letting out a contented sigh.
"I've missed relaxing. Normally I'm at the HUB or having to deal with Owen." she shook her head. Ianto nodded sympathetically.
"I know the feeling. If it isn't Torchwood, it's Jack. That man never slows down." Tosh smiled, catching the innuendo laced under the casual comment.
"So what do you want for lunch?" he said, searching through his cupboards. "We've got pasta, peanut butter sandwiches, or ewe-" He saw the state of his fridge and quickly shut the door. "Pasta. We've got pasta. And I have shopping to do. "Tosh laughed.
"Torchwood tends to get in the way of domesticity, eh?" Ianto rolled his eyes, putting the pot of water on to boil.
"Do you think that Jack would ever be domestic?" Tosh asked casually, seeing the way Ianto smiled at the thought.
"Never. The fact that I have had the pleasure to wake up to him in the morning is as domestic as he gets."
Tosh wanted to hear bitterness in that sentiment. She wanted to hear anger or pain, but all she got was longing. Ianto knew that Jack couldn't give I domestic, he simply desired it. That tore at Tosh, ripped at her as she felt her heart go out to the Welshman.
"The bathroom still by your room?" She asked
"Yup, hasn't moved since you were here last." Ianto smiled softly, putting the noodles on. Tosh excused herself scurrying to the bathroom phone in hand. She needed to talk to Jack.