Ianto, it seemed, was a bit of a Jack-of-all-Trades, able to turn his hand to most things. Jack, unfortunately, wasn’t. He could fly pretty much anything, knew an incredible amount about aliens, was a walking talking sex manual, and a pretty good cook too, but certain things he had no talent for whatsoever. Not that his ineptitude kept him from trying.
“How can I learn without doing things?”
It was a fair question.
“OWOWOW! I think I broke my thumb!”
Ianto looked heavenwards, praying for patience. That was the ninth time Jack had hit the wrong thing with the hammer.