A new flat, a new home, and all new furniture; logistical nightmare.
Jack manoeuvred their new armchair carefully.
“Not there,” Ianto objected, frowning.
“Why?” Jack asked, bemused.
“Not enough sunlight there,” Ianto insisted.
Jack shifted the chair.
“Here then?” he queried.
“No way, much too cluttered.”
“Fussy pants! No pleasing you,” Jack muttered grumpily, back and arms aching.
He tried another spot.
“What now?” Frustrated and tired.
“Much too dark.”
Jack sighed heavily. Another move, muscles straining painfully.
Ianto smiled, shaking his head. “Just perfect!”
Jack eyed the chair thoughtfully. Clever Ianto. Amazingly, Jack agreed completely.