All of it -- word by word -- Jack was beginning to trust Ianto. That this was his Ianto that sat in front of him. The scent was even right and that was one thing Jack knew couldn't be fabricated. Hell, just seeing a clean-shaven Ianto was a change from the past week or so.
"I always did want to actually get that date in. Without having a Weevil interrupt us." Jack drew in a breath as Ianto shifted closer. Well, there was one way he had always been able to tell if it was Ianto and that was through a kiss. That same kiss Ianto had tried to foist off on him and, had he just taken it, they could have avoided this entire conversation.
No sense waiting. Jack lifted Ianto's head and pressed his lips to his lover's. It was Ianto who'd have to prove himself.