Mornings. In Ianto’s opinion, they always arrived way too early and winter mornings were by far the worst. Plus his alarm clock always sounded so bloody cheerful he just wanted to smash it. Of course he’d have to find the damn thing first.
Sticking one hand out into the chilly air of his bedroom, he flailed about a bit, only succeeding in knocked the annoying thing onto the floor. Well, at least that shut it up. Pulling the covers further over his head, he resolutely hid from the day.
Beside him, Jack laughed.
“Really not a morning person, are you?”