To be fair, it would be very difficult for Jack to leave him for his coffee, considering he'd still need him to make his coffee. But that really wasn't the point right now. He picked up his own coffee and took a sip with a pleased smile, enjoying the moment of calm in the storm that was a typical Torchwood workday.
"Well, sir," Ianto said thoughtfully, "she is nearly six months pregnant. And they're taking care of the Walker girl on top of that...odd to think of Owen as a father. And you told him to cut back on his hours and not work so much, since we have Martha here too." He shook his head. "Right. If you say so. But if we have an Antiqualigan invasion and we're unprepared, I'm blaming you."