Smiling, Jack cuddled Ianto close to himself, glad for the lack of space between them. He still wasn't happy about York, and Jack also knew he was the quintessential black kettle of hipocricy when he was jealous of the sheer thought of Ianto taking another lover. He ran his hand along Ianto's back, relishing in this. The simple closeness between them. The knowledge that things were getting better. Slowly, but they were.
If there was no hope, Ianto would be sitting across from him, not curled a gainst him.
Jack knew Ianto would call him on this, and frankly, he needed to be called out. But at the same time, Jack had no desire whatsoever to talk about this. One heavy and depressing conversation was enough for one evening. For a man who didn't like talking about feelings, Jack should be commended for actually talking.
"I agree with that rule whole heartedly. Though, if there are a lot more that needs discussing, perhaps we should have the rest of it out right now. I'll be wondering what else you have been ruminating about." He was still sore, but having Ianto curled so perfectly a gainst him was helping matters tremendously. Lightly, Jack brushed his lips against his temple once more, free hand lifting Ianto's chin to kiss him properly. A, surprisingly, chaste kiss. "So long as these are allowed as well."