Jack pulled at his sock with all his strength, leaning backwards to get leverage with his bare feet against the cement floor. The sock stretched to a ridiculous length but Myfanwy refused to let go; she had a good grip on the toe and it took little effort for her to hold on. Jack, however, was puffing and panting, straining every muscle.
Leaning against the railings, Ianto chucked. Something would have to give soon, and it wouldn’t be Myf.
“It’s your own fault, Jack. I warned you not to toss your clothes everywhere. You’re lucky she only got your sock!”