Jack sat at Ianto’s kitchen table, reading the paper over breakfast.
“Yes, honey?” he looked up to see Ianto offering the sugar for his cereal. “Oh, sorry, I thought we were trying out endearments. Thank you,” he added, taking the sugar and sprinkling some on his cornflakes.
“Endearments? Not that I’m aware of. And even if we were, I wouldn’t call you ‘Sugar’.”
“Why not? Aren’t I sweet enough?” Jack batted his eyelashes.
“Only when you want something.”
“So what would you call me?”
“A pain in the arse?”
Ianto kissed Jack’s pout away.
“You’re my Captain.”