Ianto had been with Torchwood Three for a week, and was still trying to tidy the mess in the main Hub. He’d discovered a pile of junk that had presumably come through the Rift and been deemed too big or heavy to be lugged down to the ‘archives’, and was trying to shift it to an out-of-the-way corner, when someone spoke.
“Need a hand? I’ve got a spare.”
Turning, he saw Harkness offering the hand in its jar, and rolled his eyes.
“If you’re seriously offering assistance, Sir, put your pet down and help get this thing off my foot.”