Yes, stupid to leave one's lover on Valentine's day, but if all went to plan, Ianto would forgive him spectacularly. It hadn't been an easy year for either of them. Events and memories Jack would rather leave buried continued to haunt him, and then there was the extended period of separation. True, it wasn't like that time when he'd left without a word and had absolutely no contact with the team for an entire year. But it was still leaving, after a time when he should have stayed.
The box was going to burn a hole in the pocket of his greatcoat if he wasn't careful.
Striding into the flat, Jack left the coat on, knowing how Ianto loved this little tradition of theirs. "Ianto?" he called out, softly shutting the door behind him. 'Hi, honey, I'm home' didn't quite seem appropriate.