Touch worked very well with Jack. There was a reason he had slid to sit half pressed against Ianto. He needed that bit of tactile-ness and he knew he could seek that comfort in Ianto. He sighed softly, placing his hand over Ianto's, rubbing his thumb along the other man's knuckles. Jack closed his eyes and thought back to the last thing he remembered before he actually fell asleep.
"Other than falling asleep?" Jack asked with a snort. He opened his eyes once more, turning his head toward Ianto. "Going to bed with you." This time, the smile did reach his eyes. "Had been dealing with that Weevil nest we found in June. Was trying to set Janet up on a date without much success. She tore my arm up something rotten in response." Another sigh, looking at Ianto. "What about you? Remember that -- and if you do, how far back was it?"