Rift retrievals were, by their very nature, unpredictable, and this one had been a bit rough on Ianto, but now he was warm and comfortable, and nothing much else seemed to matter. Soothed by gentle, rhythmic movement, he was relaxed and half-drowsing as he and Jack made their way through the nighttime streets of Cardiff, heading back to the Hub. Jack was humming quietly, a simple, pleasant, but unfamiliar tune.
“What’s that song you’re humming?” Ianto roused himself enough to ask.
“Hmmm? Oh, it’s just something I heard on the radio a few days ago. Seemed to fit our current situation.” Jack started to sing the words. “I’ll take you with me everywhere I go. I’ll put you in my pocket, who will know? Right next to my heart at every show, I’ll take you with me everywhere I go.”
A small snort came from Jack’s breast pocket, and tiny Ianto levered himself up to peer out the top, looking up at Jack’s chin. “There really is a song for every occasion, isn’t there?”
Jack tilted his head to look down at his miniaturised boyfriend. “There is, although I don’t think whoever wrote that one quite had this in mind.”