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[othercaptjack]

[OOC: A little while after this.]

"--So that's four for chinese, one for pizza because he's difficult and- wow."

Jack stops short as the door swings open, taking in the warmth and noise of the bar. That's new, that's...

Perhaps not entirely unexpected.

"...Or I could bring something back from here," he continues to himself, holding the door

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[likesthecoat]

"I think I could go for some Klingon coffee," Ianto says, mild as ever.

[othercaptjack]

Jack shrugs, coming further in.

"Gets my vote. God, the use I could have made of this place if..." he breaks off in exasperation.

"Let's just go for that coffee."

[likesthecoat]

Ianto raises an eyebrow but leads Jack to the bar silently.

At the moment he's pretty much following Jack's lead. It's a bit unsettling, having him 1)back 2)recently dead (and then not-dead) and 3)talking about going out to the movies.

So. Lead. Jack's. Yes.

Mun is just happy she can finally use this icon in context.

[othercaptjack]

"Hi honey," Jack says quietly, when they get to the bar. "Coffee, please? Klingon. Thanks."

Then he turns around to lean against her and face Ianto.

"So," he begins, sounding suitably awkward. "Guess we have all the time we need to talk, now."

[likesthecoat]

Ianto picks up his cup of raktajino and has a sip.

"We do. Though at the moment I find myself at a bit of a loss of what to say."

[othercaptjack]

Jack almost laughs.

"Yeah. Likewise. I guess-- How long was I gone for? Your time?"

That's a start, since paradoxes screw with timelines like nothing else.

[likesthecoat]

"Too long," Ianto murmurs into his cup. "Months."

[othercaptjack]

Jack winces.

"Yeah."

Still. Could have been a lot worse.

"I'm sorry. Things were a little out of control there."

/Understatement.

[likesthecoat]

"Indeed," Ianto says. He knows better than to ask.

Out loud, anyway. The way he looks at Jack says Tell me. tell me everything, even the parts that hurt.

He sips more raktajino.

[othercaptjack]

Unfortunately that would require Jack to have some idea of what is emotionally healthy.

To both a relationship and his own mental state.

"How... how bad did it get for you?"

He means all of them, and what official trouble they had, but he's also watching Ianto intently, eyes worried.

[likesthecoat]

Ianto's thumb starts circling the rim of his cup.

"The Himalayas are not exactly what I'd call an ideal vacation spot. Particularly when you're on a wild goose chase.

"I think--well, you saw. Nothing like hardship to make a team cohesive. We hardly fight anymore."

Circle, circle, circle.

"I missed you. A lot."

[othercaptjack]

Jack nods glumly. "No. I guess not."

It's like they're a whole different team. Jack privately bets the fighting will start again now he's back. He knows he isn't exactly a soothing influence.

Soft,
Ianto. Oh god, don't--
"I missed you too."

[likesthecoat]

Ianto leans his head on his hand to look at Jack.

"Dinner and a movie." Yes, there is a little bit of a smile. "Jack Harkness, boyfriend."

[othercaptjack]

"Does it suit me?"

There's a hint of flirtation in his answering smile.

"Because you'd better get used to it."

[likesthecoat]

"There's nothing that doesn't suit you," is Ianto's objective opinion.

"It'll be nice to have a name to put to it."

[othercaptjack]

Jack grins, but doesn't preen as much as he would have done once.

"Instead of 'here is my boss, who is also remarkably handy with a stopwatch'?"

The inventiveness of that one still makes him smile.