Bucky & Jack
Jack nodded, "Yeah, I feel you there. I've mostly stopped expecting it to be a bloodthirsty alien when I hear something rustling around outside. Think that might be part of why Arva takes the bite out of any weapons we might have coming in for a bit, so folks like us don't cause trouble we don't need to. Can't tell who I might've accidentally shot if my Webley had been in working order those first couple nights." He hated admitting in a fashion that the paraonia had been worse, some nights, since what had happened with Gray--bringing back the memories of the attack on his home.
Jack nodded along with a soft smile, "Well, good luck with it. I could take care of 'em if the had scales or came from another planet, but Earth domestic livestock is stil totally foreign to me. My failing there, sticking to big cities for the whole century, except when I had to pull out for work. Never knew what to do with myself in the country if I wasn't hunting something. Seems like you're feeling pretty comfortable with it, though." And happier; Jack didn't miss that. He knew how sometimes just having something small that was yours helped; as much as he hadn't asked for the responsibility of Torchwood 3, the office London looked down its nose at even before he changed things, it had made it a little easier to live with what he was, making that place home.
Then he laughed not surprised by the reaction to his mention of Myfanwy. "Yep, a dinosaur. Teammate and I," he hated reducing Ianto to that, he had been so much more, but he didn't want to make it sound like he'd run off on another lover. Which he had. "We captured her. She fell through something we've got called the Rift, tear in the skin of spacetime that lets stuff from all over come through. She'd been terrorizing some local livestock, and if we hadn't captured her she would've gotten herself or some human killed pretty soon," he shrugged. "Would've got her back to her own time if I could, but the Rift doesn't like it when people mess with it, so we just got her trained to eat only what we gave her. I'd say the dinosaur shouldn't throw folks, since we talk to gods, but the gods are still throwing me a little bit. Never thought I'd be trusting anyone saying they were a deity before."