“It’s the thought that counts,” Ianto reminded himself, hanging up the phone after confirming the reservations Jack had made at a very nice restaurant.
“Jack’s trying.” He smiled at the double meaning as he confirmed with the baker the decorations on the birthday cake Jack had ordered.
“This is all very thoughtful,” he mused as he dutifully signed for the tickets to the rugby match that the courier was delivering.
It was nice to know that Jack had remembered his birthday and was taking such pains to make it special. It just wasn’t going to be much of a surprise.