"Ianto," Ten muttered the name under his breath. He had heard it before, when he had first discovered that Jack was living in Crescent Hills, but hearing Jack say it made it a new kind of reality. He suddenly wanted to see what the boy looked like, what his voice sounded like. Secretly, he wanted to see for himself if there were any traces of Tennison in Jack's Ianto.
"Well, I don't know if you noticed, but we got a bit of snow," he said, with plenty of attitude.
"Made it a bit hard to get out and visit old friends."
He moved in close, but did it smoothly, taking a seat on the arm of Jack's chair, before most people would have noticed he was even crossing the room. Ten smirked as he let his fingers trail down the side of Jack's shoulder.
"But then again, you like things hard, don't you Jacky boy?"