It was inevitable that Jack would take to the London Eye like a duck to water; high places were his thing, after all. So naturally, as soon as he could, he dragged Ianto across London for the sole purpose of taking a ride (or ten) on it.
Not that Ianto objected; he had no problem with heights and the views were breathtaking.
Jack was never still, moving around the car pointing out familiar landmarks to Ianto as the wheel slowly turned, apparently forgetting that the Welshman had spent five years living in the city.
Ianto just smiled, enjoying the view.
When his phone buzzed, breaking the tranquillity, Ianto pulled it from his pocket, checking the caller ID.
“UNIT again?” asked Jack
“Never give up, do they?”
“Apparently not. We are rather late for our meeting; we should probably head over there before they send out search parties.”
“I suppose so,” Jack agreed reluctantly. Then he smirked, flipped open his Vortex Manipulator and pressed a few buttons. The wheel ground to a halt, with their car right at the top. “On the other hand, maybe you should call them, tell them we’re unavoidably detained.” He winked.