The worst case scenarios had run through his head by this point -- and true what had happened between them back in Cardiff had been wonderful, there was never anything official. And this far away, it wasn't as if 51st century pheromones could play a large role in things either. "No need to feel guilty," Jack said with a dismissive wave of his hand. "Everyone's fine, helped train a few new people to assist, life at Torchwood goes on as it always has."
Jack took a look at the mugs, reaching for one of them and taking a sip. Two day's worth of travel and at last... a cup of coffee that tasted like something. Not watered down piss. Jack nodded towards the bag slung over his shoulder. "Not in a hurry. I'm... thinking of becoming a more permanent resident."