"You? Silent? Not at all, no. You're very vocal. It's lovely, most of the time." Jack needed a shower. Ianto was tempted to strip him down, right here in the kitchen, indulging in both OCD and in something else. He sipped his coffee, instead.
"Would.. you help me? Go into this with me? It's just a pet project, until it's time to move on." Asking cost Ianto a bit, but he trusted Jack, these days. With things like this, at least. is trust in Jack with regards to his heart was growing on a daily basis.