Ianto opened the door to look at him and Jack knew the pizza had not been enough, the malt whiskey he was holding was looked at with more interest than the package in his other hand.
Ianto reached for the bottle, "Nectar of the gods."
Jack followed the man into the flat, pushing the door closed with his foot before toeing off his boots and looking at the suit crumpled on the floor, Ianto in just boxer shorts and a flapping robe…. Yeah he was a slob in the house and Jack loved his socks. Little cat paws padding across the floor. Yes, despite Ianto's large….ah….self… his feet were quite petite.
Not true that saying ya know.
Ianto found glasses and Jack was pleased to see two, maybe almost forgiven so he sat and watched Ianto pour the golden liquid, then he drank the entire glass in one gulp, gasped and coughed as he struggled to refill it then sit back while sliding Jack's to him. Jack reached for it and noted the pizza box. Jack flicked the id of the pizza box open to see a couple of slices gone and the sorry still intact.
"Yeah, yum" Ianto reached for a slice and sat back chewing as he sat back, "So?"
"So. Gwen decided she had caught something from the bite so Owen said she needed a tetanus shot to the arse, I got some pics with the phone for ya, I think Tosh recorded it, then after she realised it was a nerve blocker she tried to chase him and did like a weird zombie dance thing around the Hub … check the tablet"
Ianto pulled it out and watched Gwen wobble and smash about with his smile slowly flickering to life.
"Then … I remembered the pizza needed whiskey and ice-cream"
Ianto's eyes side to him, "Ice-cream?"
Jack nodded at the other thing he had with him and Ianto growled as he dragged it over to find slowly melting coffee and chocolate chip ice-cream. Jack had known to leave it next to the heater to melt, Ianto's ice-cream headaches not something to laugh about and he looked at Jack lovingly.
Forgiven.
"Two spoons?" Jack rose as he offered, retuning to find Ianto holding the container up to his lips drinking from the corner, his look of shame so sweet with the ice-cream moustache.
"Ahhhhh, darling you are sozzled."
"Nishion acokpllllllshhhhht!"
"Mission Accomplished?"
"Yesh, hold me!"
Ianto slammed against him as he took Jack's glass and downed that as well, Jack grimacing as he wondered how the mixture of food would go then he remembered Ianto's constitution was ironclad and held him with a loving rub to his back as he snored.
He didn't even mind a little drool.
Really, the comment about his death had shaken Jack in a way he couldn't explain. The knowledge that even though he didn't know when it would come to haunt him, he knew it would come too soon and he eventually lifted his lover to carry him thought to bed, the soft fart as Ianto settled in his arms enough for a giggle to start that Jack knew would make the struggle more real.
Finally in the bed, the robe on the floor and the Welshman snoring fitfully Jack went out to clean everything away, the morning Welshman would be suited and booted like nothing was wrong, no sign of a hangover or bed tum …. Oh no. Not this one. He was bulletproof…
Jack sat on the edge of the bed and sighed as he looked at him sleep.
One can dream.
With that thought Jack climbed in and snuggled into his love, giving thanks to the gods for the Born Day of this one, the gift that he really hadn't deserved.
"Happy birthday love"