Sneaking up behind Ianto, Jack snagged the younger man’s steaming mug from the kitchen counter and took a healthy swig, gulping it down before the taste registered properly. He frowned at the mug in confusion then looked at Ianto, who was trying not to laugh.
“That’s not coffee, it’s tea!” Jack almost sounded offended. “Why’re you drinking tea? You always drink coffee!”
Ianto snorted with laughter. “Not if I want to sleep I don’t.” He smiled wryly. “Coffee will always be my beverage of choice, but tea does have its place. It’s soothing; you should try it.”
“I just did!”