Now Ianto has one clean sock and one dirty sock; that’s a dilemma. Should he separate the pair again? Put the clean one away and the dirty one in the hamper? That seems cruel. Scooping them up, he drops both in the hamper for washing; a second wash won’t do the clean one any harm.
“Ianto, what’re you doing out of bed?”
“Reuniting lost socks. They were sad and lonely but they’re okay now.”
“That’s good. Now back to bed with you. You’re meant to be resting, doctor’s orders.”
Ianto doped up on flu medicine is just adorable.