Well, the lack of coffee could be fixed easy enough. Jack, however, knew better than to touch the coffee maker. He had once or twice since Torchwood's relocation. He just didn't want a chewing out. Yes, Jack may have been the one to lead Torchwood, but he sure as hell didn't fancy a 'discussion' with Ianto about who was to make coffee. Even if Ianto wasn't here to yell at him. There were some habits that died hard. Muttering under his breath, Jack set the coffee cup down with a bit more force than was absolutely necessary. At least this time he didn't break the mug. That had been quite the story.
His head snapped up at the knock, a fleeting hope that someone had found something. That hope changed to a genuine smile when he saw who stood in the doorway. Damn good thing he hadn't gotten up to make himself a cup.
"Jones. Ianto Jones," Jack said, leaning back in his chair and lacing his fingers behind his head. He popped out of the pose, hand outstretched to take the folder from Ianto. Once more he leaned back, paging through the research. "Appreciated. Dare I ask how long you locked yourself in the archives?"