Ianto was pulled from his own slumber by Jack's leaving, and by the time he returned the sunlight had pulled the teaboy just a little too far into conciousness to allow him to ignore it and go back to sleep. His arm wrapped around Jack's shoulders, but as their feet touched a frown tugged at Ianto's lips.
"Honestly," he grumbled, barely above a soft exhale. "How are your feet blocks of ice two seconds out from under the covers?" He shifted slightly, tangling their feet and laying the soles of his own against Jack's in an effort to warm the limbs faster and ensure that absolutely everything in their bed was equally warm. The slightest chill was unacceptable this early in the morning.