Strolling through Cardiff with Jack one warm spring day, Ianto decided ice cream would be a good idea.
“Be right back, I’ll get you your usual.”
Jack, who was in the middle of a long, rambling anecdote, didn’t hear and just continued along, chatting animatedly, waving his hands about, oblivious to the odd looks he was getting.
Waiting to cross the street, he draped his arm around the man beside him.
“This makes a nice change.” Turning to his companion, he found his arm was around a complete stranger.
“You’re not Ianto!”
The stranger grinned.
“I almost wish I was.”