That was on word for what they were being. Jack could think of several more beside, but if Ianto wanted to use idiot, he wouldn't quibble. He wanted nothing more than to gloss over all of this, pretend that things were okay between them. But if things were one hundred percent okay, Ianto never would've left Cardiff in the first place. "Why? Why did you leave Cardiff in the first place?" Jack finally found himself asking. The question had been bugging him for a while now and may as well actually ask.
He found himself smiling, almost wanting to kiss Ianto again for that sappiness. Well, not sappy -- Jack thought it was strangely endearing. Jack's thumbs ran over Ianto's cheekbones, as if rememorising. Truth be told, he'd missed these touches, missed the way he could get Ianto to react to his touch. Jack just had to remind myself not to push things too quickly. "So, then, why are there all those romantic comedies mixed in between the musicals and the Bond?"
"I don't know if you need to say it or not," Jack replied. He drew his lips into a line, dropping his hands when Ianto jerked. If he wanted to pull away, Jack allowed h im to do so. "I can be moody here or across town," Jack replied with a slight shrug of his shoulders. He sighed, closing his eyes and dropping his head forward, pressing his lips to Ianto's forehead, silently assenting to stay here with him. He wanted to bring up York. But wasn't quite sure how.