Whatever that meant indeed. "So, if you didn't need them this time, what did you need?" Jack couldn't help but ask the question. "And there's no couple of hours about it, you look about dead on your feet, Ianto."
Smiling, Jack rose at Ianto's bidding and followed him around the house, a few paces behind him. The pride in Ianto's voice was palpable and Jack almost felt like a proud father watching his son take his first steps. Bad analogy, granted -- but there was a rather large age gap between them, wasn't there? So, in a sense, the metaphor wasn't lost, but the creep factor was definitely there.
"It looks wonderful," Jack said, stepping closer to Ianto so that they were almost touching, one hand coming to rest on the other man's hip. With a lingering touch, Jack stepped past Ianto and into the room, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Now you can sleep? There will be time enough tomorrow to catch up."