It was late; the Hub was silent, computers and lighting powered down. Most of the team had left for the night though he knew Ianto was somewhere nearby.
Jack sat on the sofa beneath the Torchwood sign, staring fixedly ahead, teeth gritted, eyes all but watering from the effort. No matter what happened he had to keep them open, he couldn’t afford not to.
He forced himself to keep staring directly at the figure in front of him, all the time willing himself not to blink, until Ianto approached, shaking his head.
“Give it up, Jack, you’ll never out-stare Nosy!”