The bottle of wine was almost empty; Jack picked it up, topping off both their glasses.
“We’ve got this far; might as well finish it!”
“My thoughts exactly,” Ianto agreed, lifting his glass and clinking it against Jack’s. “To us, and the future!”
“To us,” Jack smiled. “The beginning of forever!”
Ianto looked at his glass. “Even after half a bottle of wine I’m barely tipsy.”
“One of the downsides of being immortal. Getting drunk is very difficult.”
“On the bright side, at least we won’t have hangovers tomorrow.”
“That’s my Ianto, always a glass-half-full kind of guy!” Jack grinned.