“Morning,” Ianto greeted from Jack’s cot as Spider-Jack shrugged off his duvet cover and levered himself to all eight feet. “Sleep well?”
“Not bad, considering.”
Up in his office, Ianto served breakfast; soup for Jack, in deference to his spider digestion and porridge, which Jack didn’t much like, for himself.
Slurping his soup through a straw, Jack frowned.
“I don’t think spiders drink coffee.”
“You do though.”
“Yeah, but it wouldn’t be tactful to drink it in front of you.”
“You’re a good man, Ianto Jones.” Jack manoeuvred a leg around Ianto in an awkward hug. “Thank you.”
TBC in ‘Spider-Man 7: Back To Jack’