Knitting was far too domestic, even for Jack. Maybe metal detecting. He could wear those big bermuda shorts and walk around beaches waving a device back and forth. Nah -- too close to real life.
Jack could feel Ianto struggle against him but he didn't move, didn't give any indication that he was going to let go. At last Ianto stilled but Jack didn't lessen his grip on Ianto either. "Make the damn coffee later," Jack said, a bit stronger than he had intended. Whatever was going on with Ianto certainly took precedence over a damnable cup of coffee.
Carefully, Jack gathered Ianto in his arms, as opposed to letting him go. Lightly, he rested his cheek against the top of Ianto's head, gently rubbing his back at the same time. "Tell me the dream," he said after a long pause. "I'm here. Tell me what happened."