No matter how suave Jack tried to be (as suave was his middle name. Really. It was.), there were some things he couldn't hide and one of them was how much he had missed Ianto. He had repaid his debts to her and had made it very clear that he wasn't going to be leaving New York for quite some time. And the only way he would be leaving is if he took a certain person with him.
"And yet he still calls me 'sir' after all this time," Jack said with a chuckle. He would always comment on Ianto's use of the title. No matter how much he secretly loved it, he would always make mention of it. "I do question his ability to remember just how strong. I'll send it back if it doesn't clean a bit of the grime off my boots." There was, however, a smile planted firmly on his face. The old roles they so easily stepped into.
Ducking down ever so slightly, he shrugged the coat off and into Ianto's waiting hands. Even if he had no designs on being away from Ianto for a good long while. Jack was glad to be home, and glad to see things hadn't changed. Absence truly did make the heart grow fonder, though it was hard for Jack to imagine being any fonder of Ianto now than when he left.
"Then you can make more later," Jack said, plucking the greatcoat from Ianto's hands. He stepped away long enough to return it to the coat rack, then quickly retraced his path back to the kitchen, retaking Ianto into his arms. "After five months, I think the withdrawl symptoms have finally stopped. Though, no one was around to keep me away from my gun this time." Scared the hell out of more than a few people too. "To be quite frank about it, I'd rather take care of a different withdrawl first."