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The Bar has an uncanny ability to sense when Ianto comes into Milliways to brood: she always asks him to bartend on those days. He supposes this is a good thing: it keeps him from dwelling too much in his own head.

There's nothing wrong with playing to his own strengths, too.

TODAY'S SPECIALS
COFFEE
Vermont Coffee
Gunline Coffee
Newfoundland Coffee

He takes off his jacket and tie, and rolls up his sleeves.

Ninja!barista!teaboy on duty.

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Jack just quirks an eyebrow and sips his coffee.

Mmmm-hmm.

And it tastes great, too.

"It wasn't a choirboy kind of song, anyway," Ianto says. "It was bluesy."

"Nice," Jack approves. "Don't think I've ever heard you sing."

Let's face it, Torchwood isn't exactly a musical atmosphere.

"I don't think you have, either."

He polishes the bar top with a tea towel.

"We could remedy that any time."

Jack grins.

"I'd like that a lot. You demonstrate new layers every day, Ianto Jones."

Ianto blushes and shrugs. "That's the key to keeping a relationship interesting, innit. Mystery."

Jack is, he decides, extremely keen on that blush.

"I always knew you were a master of strategy."

"I sit up nights plotting ways to intrigue you."

Ianto hates it when he blushes.

[ooc: Sorry for the delay: neighbor came over.]

Jack will just have to make him feel better about it.

Er, in some way that won't get them both arrested for indecency.

"I am both thrilled and a little afraid."

[OOC: No worries.]

"No harm will ever come to your person, Jack," Ianto reassures him.

Jack raises a slightly flippant eyebrow.

"Nothing permanent, anyway."

"Nothing I can't kiss better," Ianto says and oh, look, he's blushing again.

Jack's smile goes abruptly anticipatory.

"I can live with that," he says, resting his chin on his fist and watching the progress of Ianto's blush with pleasure.

"Stop it," Ianto mutters and presses his hands to his face. "Have more coffee."

Jack laughs, and holds up his hands.

"Okay, okay. I'll let you off for now. How are things back in Cardiff?"

"All right, I suppose," Ianto says and refills his cup. "We miss you a lot. Election's coming up. Rift activity's . . . normal. For the Rift."

"For the Rift," Jack echoes with a sigh, focusing on the important issue.

What he thinks is the important issue.

"Trouble's all we can expect, but I was hoping you might get a quiet period while the seal was fresh."

"No supersized demons," Ianto reassures him.

"Good, I have dibs on those," Jack says, completely straight-faced.

Ianto reaches over the bar to take his hand and squeezes his fingers.

"I can't even make a joke," he says quietly.

Jack squeezes gently, gaze still calm and level, but his voice is fainter.

"Somtimes it's easier," he says.

Ianto nods, still holding his hand, and then smiles a bit as a napkin appears on the bar top with a message that the Bar is rested.

"I think I'm done here," he says and looks up at Jack. "Do you want to . . . go for a walk or something? Just . . . I just want to be with you for a while."

Jack smiles as well, looking at the napkin, and nods.

"Yeah," he says. "Where shall we go?"

Ianto comes around the bar and takes his hand again. He fusses with Jack's collar a little as he says, "How about along the lake shore a bit? Maybe find a place to kick back and relax . . ."

Ianto can't quite say "I'm going to snog you silly" but he can certainly intend it.

And oh, does he intend it.

"Sounds good," says Jack, picking up his coat and accepting Ianto's nonverbal fussing without comment.