Walking into the flat, one of the first things Jack noticed was the state of neatness. His eyes darted around, wondering what system was used here to keep things in order and how soon it was that he'd get a 'talking to' for moving something out of place.
Jack shrugged out of the coat, watching with a small smile as Ianto took it over to the coat stand. The small things that existed between them were the happiest moments in Jack's life. Small touches, smiles, the way Ianto slid a coat from his shoulders; it was the little things Jack took complete pleasure in.
Slipping his arms around Ianto, he held him close for a moment, before taking a step back. "Everything is fine and settled. This Captain, for once, has leave and has no one bugging him to save the world." Jack stole another kiss, cupping Ianto's chin before releasing him. He settled in Ianto's chair, picking up the book his lover had been reading, deciding when to broach the subject.
Or, the better question, how. For a man who willingly faced down an army of Daleks, he was having issues asking the man he'd lived with for nearly two years to take that step. Of course, in all his years, Jack had only entered this step with a very small group of people.
"Please tell me that you didn't spend all morning cleaning," Jack said, flipping absently through the book.