"Funny how that works right? Nice to know we're all basically the same. We all have an allergy to paperwork." Another is living forever, but why bring that up they both already know that. "Maybe it was. I just can't help think that our tampering might have played a bigger part in it."
"You were always better at keeping up with those sort of things. That's one of the reasons you were the best at your job. You attention to those details that I would over look." Jack knows a lot. A lot more than he lets on. He spent a lot of days sitting in his office claiming to pretend to do paperwork.
The cluttered mess of files on his desk steadily expanding. Not because Jack actually refused, but because he was taking his time reading them one by one. If one paid close enough attention to the files on his desk you'd be able to tell that they weren't always in the same place. Jack paid a lot more attention than people gave him credit for. He just found it amusing that everyone alway /assumed/ he wasn't doing the paperwork. So he just played alog.
How he missed /this/ is beyond him. Rift activity in other countries? Not entirely far fetched, but for whatever reason somewhat unexpected.
Jack tilts his head away from Ianto and laughs again with the clear chipper laugh that he had almost forgotten existed. "Large men in tight pants piling on top of each other? Where do I sign up?." He stares down at the younger man and his mildly comical expression and tries with a considerable amount of effort to remain serious replying. "I am suggesting a road trip. Are you suggesting you'd come with me?" The immortal grins. That familiar flirty grin that made the Doctor stop any of Jack's conversation just after that exact grin. "I suppose not now that's out though since my plans have been foiled."
The immortal grins it falters only briefly before Jack corrects it. It was nothing. He realizes how much fun he's having. That he was laughing and having a carrying on a conversation with someone without crying.
"Puerto Rico? How extravagant. Was it nice there? Aside from your lack of sun tolerance." The image of Ianto in something more tropical as far as clothing bring a bit of a smile to the captains face. "Well you might have to take my advice and get out of those suits a nit more.
How about /I/ make the coffee and you please order. You know the number. You know what I like. I can't mess up with this coffee maker. I think it's why Gwen got it for me. "If you don't mind of course.
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"You were always better at keeping up with those sort of things. That's one of the reasons you were the best at your job. You attention to those details that I would over look." Jack knows a lot. A lot more than he lets on. He spent a lot of days sitting in his office claiming to pretend to do paperwork.
The cluttered mess of files on his desk steadily expanding. Not because Jack actually refused, but because he was taking his time reading them one by one. If one paid close enough attention to the files on his desk you'd be able to tell that they weren't always in the same place. Jack paid a lot more attention than people gave him credit for. He just found it amusing that everyone alway /assumed/ he wasn't doing the paperwork. So he just played alog.
How he missed /this/ is beyond him. Rift activity in other countries? Not entirely far fetched, but for whatever reason somewhat unexpected.
Jack tilts his head away from Ianto and laughs again with the clear chipper laugh that he had almost forgotten existed. "Large men in tight pants piling on top of each other? Where do I sign up?." He stares down at the younger man and his mildly comical expression and tries with a considerable amount of effort to remain serious replying. "I am suggesting a road trip. Are you suggesting you'd come with me?" The immortal grins. That familiar flirty grin that made the Doctor stop any of Jack's conversation just after that exact grin. "I suppose not now that's out though since my plans have been foiled."
The immortal grins it falters only briefly before Jack corrects it. It was nothing. He realizes how much fun he's having. That he was laughing and having a carrying on a conversation with someone without crying.
"Puerto Rico? How extravagant. Was it nice there? Aside from your lack of sun tolerance." The image of Ianto in something more tropical as far as clothing bring a bit of a smile to the captains face. "Well you might have to take my advice and get out of those suits a nit more.
How about /I/ make the coffee and you please order. You know the number. You know what I like. I can't mess up with this coffee maker. I think it's why Gwen got it for me. "If you don't mind of course.