"I could make you say something but..." Jack shrugged and looked at the domestic Ianto and just smiled. "Well, I'd call the miss-matched Wellies as some cause for concern but given the fact that you're making our bed is enough to set my mind at ease. The other you didn't seem that keen on being with me in that way, which I cannot even begin to fathom."
Jack eyed the shoes and just chuckled. Clean-freak to the point of obsessive. That too was his Ianto. "Clones on your second day," Jack said with a chuckle. "What will they think of next?" He stooped down, lifting the hem of his trousers enough to get at his boots, unwinding the laces one at a time, then toed them off, setting them near Ianto's drying shoes.