Ianto would never begrudge Jack what the immortal considered his duty. If Jack wasn't doing everything he could to keep the universe safe, Ianto knew the guilt would weigh heavy on him. And he didn't want that. All he could do was be there for Jack and hope to ease the burden Jack placed upon himself. That was what people like Jack and the Doctor needed. The Doctor had his companions, and Jack had his team.
It was funny, considering more than once Ianto had heard Jack muttering in a language he didn't recognise, one he assumed to be from Jack's home and, for that matter, one far more complicated than Welsh. But that was Jack for you. "Good," he said. "I'd hate to think you had cause for complaints."
It was good to hear Jack laugh. It was certainly one of the things Ianto had missed when his lover had been gone. Sure there were the other, more obvious things he missed...Jack's touch and the way he kissed him, but he'd also missed all the little things that he had taken for granted. "Not taking control," he assured Jack, "though I'm sure you'd love the power struggle. Just trying to...well...I was trying to do something, but my brain isn't quite working right now." Kissing Jack had that effect on him.
"Bed does sound like a good idea," he said, "or wall...counter...anywhere really." He raised an eyebrow at Jack. "Normally, I'd be annoyed at you referring to me as a maiden, but it's been six months and I really can't be bothered to be annoyed." He broke of with a moan as Jack's hips moved against his own. He very much doubted they'd actually have the patience to make it to the bedroom right now.