Without meaning to, Jack's grip tightened on Ianto. Jack could still remember that first time after being shot on Elis Island and what it felt like to wake the next day -- and all the consequent stupid deaths he'd faced in a vain attempt to find out what was going on with him. But he had had over a hundred years to deal with death and resurrection, Ianto was only a few weeks removed. "Then, maybe it's time we talked about it," Jack said softly. "I am a bit of an expert on the matter."
Smiling at the light nip, Jack rubbed his thumb against Ianto's lower lip, though wasn't about to let them get distracted as was so easy to do. "Not King Ianto's Coffee Club?" Jack teased. "I still think you should. You need something here to focus your energy on. I had Torchwood, you need this."