I am captain typo today.
Well, she was fun to flirt with, at least. Though, to be fair, most observant people had a more wicked sense of humor. Ianto's eyes twinkled, just a bit, at the coat and he held his hands out for it, once he was buttoned up. "Indulge me?"
The wool felt wonderful under his fingers (he bloody loved this coat), though he spotted a new tear or two here and there. He'd have to spend some quality time with a needle, thread and the coat. Still, he shook it out and flipped the collar open, holding it out for Jack to slide his arms into. Oh, yes, there was hope. There was also a terrified Welshman.
"It's a ten minute walk from here or thereabouts. Wonderful in the summer, miserable in the winter. Especially when it's coming night." The little bells jangled merrily as Ianto pushed the door open, leading the way out into the cold.