Ianto had always thought Jack was the kind of person who didn’t believe in keeping much, until he’d learned one of Torchwood’s rented storage units was Jack’s own. Now he was helping Jack sort it out after his lover had decided he couldn’t keep hoarding everything.
“What’s in here?” he asked, pointing to an old trunk.
“No idea. I lost the key years ago.”
Ianto set to work picking the lock, eventually getting it open.
“Not exactly the treasure I was hoping for,” he laughed, lifting out two pairs of boots.
“Huh. I always wondered what had happened to them.”