Throughout the morning briefing, Ianto sat staring at Jack. That wasn’t unusual, but his expression of horrified fascination definitely was.
The others seemed to be trying to pretend they hadn’t noticed anything out of the ordinary, but they weren’t doing a very good job of it. Owen in particular was having trouble keeping a straight face and studiously avoided looking at Jack.
When the meeting ended, everyone but Ianto left.
“Jack, have you been at the chocolate milk again?”
Ianto pointed. “You’ve got something…”
“I thought I’d grow a moustache,” Jack grinned. “What d’you think?”
Ianto sighed. “Oh dear.”