Frankly, that was the only reason Jack had left. If she hadn't been such a good friend and if she hadn't brought Owen back, Jack would never have left. Not that Jack was feeling sentimental or anything like that. But god, having Ianto here and being where he belonged felt better than it had any right to.
"'Oh captain, my captain' indeed," Jack intoned, fighting that little shiver that tended to run down his spine at that look on Ianto's face. How anyone could resist a smile of his Welshman was utterly beyond him. "And you take any excuse you can to use the word 'aspersions' in my presence, don't you?" Not that Jack was complaining. He let his forehead rest against Ianto's as if re-memorising the feel of standing like this, so completely natural it was almost scary.
"So, five months apart and you'd rather make sure my caffeine intake is satisfied?" Jack asked, pulling back enough to be able to look down at his lover, yet by no means releasing him. Jack's face broke into a winning smile, tossing his head slightly to the right. "Shoot anyone? Now why would I do a thing like that?" he asked, dropping the smile and attempting to take on an air of innocence. Failed miserably in the attempt but at least he tried. "I, surprisingly, shot no one. Though there were a couple of close calls in there." Jack lifted a hand, brushing his thumb over Ianto's lips, tracing the curve of his jaw. "Being frank, I'm surprised you didn't come to Cardiff after month three and haul my arse back here." He sighed, his thumb still tracing the line of Ianto's jaw. "I missed you too."