As Ianto got up and started dressing, Jack propped himself up on one elbow and watched, a wistful expression on his face.
“You could stay the night you know, you don’t always have to go home.”
“Stay?” Ianto raised an eyebrow. “Jack, have you taken a good look at your bed recently? We just about make it work for sex, but when it comes to sleeping there’s barely enough room in it for one, never mind both of us!”
“So it’ll be cosy.”
“More like awkward and uncomfortable.” Ianto sighed and started undressing again. “Oh what the hell. Budge over.”