Hauling himself back onto the sofa, Ianto wiped tears of laughter from his eyes as Jack pouted at him.
“A little sympathy would’ve been nice.”
“You got what you deserved, Jack,” Ianto smirked. “I just wish I’d been there to see it.”
“If you’d been there it wouldn’t have happened,” Jack reminded him.
“That’s true I suppose. I wonder if Tosh could pull up the CCTV…”
“Don’t you dare!” Jack looked horrified at the very idea.
Before either of them could say anything else, they were interrupted by a small figure creeping up between them on the sofa.
“What’re you doing up, young lady? You should be asleep.”
“I’m not sleepy. Uncle Jack, what does ‘groping’ mean?” asked Mica.
Jack turned to Ianto, seeking help, but Ianto just shrugged.
"You're on your own with this one. You said it, you get to explain it."
“Um…” Jack wracked his brains for a child-friendly definition. “It sort of means feeling around for something, like if it’s dark and you can’t see.”
“Why did Uncle Gareth hit you?”
“Ah, I accidentally grabbed him in an uncomfortable place.”
“Oh. Did you say sorry?”
“Good question. Did you, Jack?”
“He hit me. I don’t remember.”