Two grown men really didn’t fit in Jack’s cot, although it was undeniably cosy, squashed together on cold nights. Well, it was if one of them didn’t hog the covers, Ianto thought grumpily. Jack needed a decent duvet to replace his thin blankets, not to mention a bigger bed.
Shivering a little in the chilly bunker, Ianto grabbed the edge of the blanket and pulled. Instead of getting more of the covers, he was dismayed to hear a ripping sound.
“You didn’t have to tear the blanket in half; I’d have given it to you if you’d asked,” Jack mumbled.