“Ianto, why the hell did you drive off and leave me out there? I had to walk all the way back!”
Ianto blinked. Staring first at doll Jack, then at the real thing, he broke into a broad smile, racing across the Hub and throwing his arms around his sodden lover, not caring about getting wet. “Jack! You’re alright!”
“Of course I’m alright. Why wouldn’t I be?”
Sheepishly, Ianto showed him mini Jack.
“You thought I’d been turned into a plastic doll?”
Ianto nodded. “The resemblance is uncanny.”
“I’m better looking though.”
“I definitely prefer the real thing,” Ianto agreed.