Tosh may be dead, but Ianto still held out hope that she'd turn up. Oddly, it was Tosh he wished would return. Not Lisa. The idea hadn't really ever occurred to him. He'd be utterly blank if asked about it.
Ianto left the bag by the stairs and hung up his coat and scarf, nice and neat, while Jack picked up photos to smile sadly at them. Off came the suit jacket and the tie and the waistcoat, making for a slightly rumpled Ianto, very slightly, and heading towards relaxed. When Jack turned towards him, Ianto came over and began undoing Jack's coat buttons.
"You've slept," he said as he undid buttons, one after the other. "I've seen you sleep. Just .. not terribly much nor often. Please, make yourself at home. Get comfortable."