Shifting his weight from one leg, Ianto leaned it against the desk's edge, completely at ease with Jack's hand on his hip. He soaked in what little warmth and contact it offered for as long as it remained there, and he gave Jack a soft smile. It was such a small, simple touch, but it was enough for Ianto to have missed it over the course of the evening, grounding him in a way that searching and tidying for hours in the archives had barely managed.
He could sense that Jack had his own opinion on what was currently happening, and Ianto didn't presume to question it. He was hardly in a position to, considering that he was still acclimating to the situation, whereas Jack had an extra month's insight than him. Still, he decided to himself, it wouldn't hurt to keep an eye on things, just in case. As a last resort, Jack's ballsy recklessness and sheer luck seemed to get them through most problems eventually.
"It wouldn't surprise me if this building being inflicted on the city was your fault," he replied dryly, but the tiny uplift to the corner of his lips showed it for the joke it was. Coming from anyone else, it would have sounded to Ianto to be a gratuitous display of self-importance to account such a movement to their influence. But Jack had never been, and never would be, 'anyone else'. After all their experience amongst the backwash from the universe that had ended up in Cardiff, nothing was beyond impossible anymore, and it was a plausible theory as any.
"They're two people I wouldn't have expected to see again," he admitted, his voice quieter this time. Tosh would have made it three, had he seen any evidence that she was there, which he hadn't.