Jack was buying breakfast when he spotted a familiar figure running through the nearby park. Abandoning his plans, he set off in pursuit, ready to lend whatever assistance was needed, finally catching up when Ianto slowed to a stop.
“I don’t see anything. What happened, did we lose it?”
Ianto looked puzzled.
“Whatever it was you were chasing.”
“I wasn’t chasing anything.”
“But you were running.”
“It’s called jogging, Jack. I do it to keep fit.”
“Oh. Well, I can think of a better way to get all sweaty.”
Ianto rolled his eyes, smirking.
“Of course you can.”