Jack and Ianto’s long day of saving the world yet again from invading aliens had ended with them hunting a rogue weevil in the early hours. Trailing back to the Hub, battered and bloody, they dumped Cyril the new Weevil in a cell across from Janet and dragged themselves to the kitchenette for a revivifying cup of coffee before showering.
Slumped on the sofa sipping the heavenly brew, Ianto looked at Jack and sighed.
“We should take a few days off, let the rest of the team deal with everything. We’re long overdue for a holiday.”
“Sounds good to me!”