While sitting in Jack's lap was a lovely thing, Ianto was perfectly content like this, tucked up against Jack's side, one arm slung low round Jack's waist and fingertips combing through new grass.
Ianto's eyes cast to the side, regarding Jack and trying not to smirk terribly and deflate Jack's ego. This seemed to cost Jack an awful lot, to say that. And he said it like it was news. It wasn't a very well kept secret. Ianto knew. He nudged his elbow against Jack, distracted for the moment by Jack's great dilemma. "I know. The last bit, at least. With regards to me." It wasn't Ianto sighing in romance or anything over this, or swooning.