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[othercaptjack]

It is raining outside the base, in the deceptive manner of English Spring that means what might look like a light shower has left Jack decidedly wet as he swings into the Hub, alarms blaring behind him. It's late in the evening, but his latest Weevil chase had gone on for longer than he had thought it would

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[likesthecoat]

Ianto is, of course.

He comes up from the archives and sees the wet coat, picks it up and lays it over his arm. "Captain?"

[othercaptjack]

There comes an exaggerated sigh, and Jack calls down from the upper level.

"Ianto, why am I not shocked? Up here." He starts undoing his shirt, frowning as the waterlogged cloth makes the buttons tricky. "It's raining like only Wales can out there."

[likesthecoat]

"You're not shocked," Ianto says as he climbs the stairs, "because I rarely go home before midnight, and you knew I'd be waiting to clean up after you as it is a terribly rainy night."

He pauses inside of Jack's office door. "Luckily for you there is dry clothing on the coatrack."

[othercaptjack]

"Right you are," says Jack dryly, and shakes water droplets absently frown his hair as he wanders over to take a look, stripping off his shirt as he goes.

A few new bruises pattern his torso from the evening's work, but other than those, he is notably unmarked. And no blood, in his book, is doing well.