Ianto indulged in a few more moments of closeness with Jack before wriggling out of his arms to find them something they could wash up with. A bottle of water and an expendable shirt, since they were rather short on flannels. He nudged at Jack to get him to roll onto his back, then straddled his hips and wiped carefully, dabbing with the wet fabric. "Shannon's likely to turn up," he explained.
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