Jack Harkness did not sleep. Well, that wasn't entirely true. There were periods every now and again that he would lay down, sleep for a few hours, and then would be ready to face another glorious week. He wasn't sure if it was a side effect from his immortality or what, but Jack didn't feel that bone-weary tiredness that he saw settle into most humans.
He was just special, he supposed.
Being with Ianto once more -- was both wonderful and painful. Wonderful to just be near him, painful because there was a white pterodactyl in the room and neither one would look at it, nor talk about it. When at the Hub, Jack had any number of things to keep himself busy during the wee hours of the morning. Here, however, there was nothing. So when he heard movement in the room beside him, his attention was drawn there. Rising from bed, braces resting along his hips, Jack padded from his room and down the hall towards Ianto's room.
"Going somewhere?" Jack asked, brow furrowing when he saw Ianto getting a pair of trainers. "It's..." He glanced at his watch. "Two in the morning."