Ianto settled at his computer, browsing ebay for alien artefacts while enjoying a well-deserved treat. He quickly became completely engrossed, licking his ice cream and marvelling at the oddities up for sale.
In fact he was so absorbed, he didn’t even hear Jack approach; when a hand touched his shoulder, he almost jumped out of his skin and his ice cream went flying.
“Jack! Look what you made me do!”
“Sorry, I’ll get you another ice cream. At least it didn’t go on the floor.”
“Might’ve been better if it had,” Ianto muttered gloomily. “Now I’ll have to wash Nosy.”