The easy and natural were what told Jack they'd be making through whatever rough spot this apparently was. There was more to them than the simple touches or the fact that it was more comfortable to 'sleep' (in a manner of speaking) with Ianto in his arms as opposed to in separate beds. To be honest, Jack wasn't sure why there were hangups, only that he knew there had to be some. Otherwise, why would Ianto have run off to Canada with only a note and not ask Jack to come with him?
Ianto may not have been thinking on the naughty scale but that's certainly where Jack's mind went. He arched a brow, then lifted the other before shaking his head and tucking into his meal once more.
Chuckling when Ianto bemoaned the tie, Jack quickly flagged down their waitress and asked for a glass of water. "Because you were the only one who needed the bib to keep neat," Jack replied. "Besides, if Tosh or Owen got something on themselves it was as big of a deal as if you spilled something," Jack pointed out.
He finished the last few bites of his own pasta and the waitress brought the cheque. The good thing about living as long as he had, Jack had a fair amount of cash socked away in various banks. He opened his billfold, counting out money for the meal and the tip, leaving the little black folder on the corner. "Home?" He asked. "Or do you want to stop for anything on the way back? Wine... a film...?"