"You know I never spent much time reading. Shit, I don't even think I read half the reports I signed off on." He rubs his eyes with his free hand and groans softly. "I suppose that makes sense. I'm sure our tampering with it didn't help matters."
Of course the American military would they they always thought they were so much better than everyone else. That they know everything. "Well. I suppose I don't know as much about things as I thought I did."
"Hockey? I never have understood that sport. I wouldn't mind traveling. It's been so long since I really traveled. Maybe going back with you might be worth it if I can travel." He closes his eyes and doesn't even realize that his fingers are lazily moving lightly over the material of his own shirt on the younger man's back.
The movement gentle, affectionate and bordering the edge of being a bit more than just friendly. Jack stills his hand and clenches his fist behind the younger man's back. Not his. Not his. Not his.
"The coffee's cold." He mumbles hoping it's enough to get them up and moving. It's what Ianto wants right? To help him start /doing/ something again. "Did you still want pizza? We can eat. Then go out for a bit? Before it gets to late?"
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"You know I never spent much time reading. Shit, I don't even think I read half the reports I signed off on." He rubs his eyes with his free hand and groans softly. "I suppose that makes sense. I'm sure our tampering with it didn't help matters."
Of course the American military would they they always thought they were so much better than everyone else. That they know everything. "Well. I suppose I don't know as much about things as I thought I did."
"Hockey? I never have understood that sport. I wouldn't mind traveling. It's been so long since I really traveled. Maybe going back with you might be worth it if I can travel." He closes his eyes and doesn't even realize that his fingers are lazily moving lightly over the material of his own shirt on the younger man's back.
The movement gentle, affectionate and bordering the edge of being a bit more than just friendly. Jack stills his hand and clenches his fist behind the younger man's back. Not his. Not his. Not his.
"The coffee's cold." He mumbles hoping it's enough to get them up and moving. It's what Ianto wants right? To help him start /doing/ something again. "Did you still want pizza? We can eat. Then go out for a bit? Before it gets to late?"