Inspired by and posted to Ianto Jones - a hands fest
Staring at the report he was trying to write Jack wondered why this job didn’t get any easier over the years. He regretted having to make those hard decisions.
The last case had left him feeling cold on the inside. Knowing the rest of the team felt the same, he’d sent them home early.
They didn’t all listen. Ianto had stayed behind. As always the younger man seemed to know just when Jack needed his magic the most.
The coffee didn’t do half as much good as the gentle touch of those long fingers as Ianto handed him his coffee.