Grunting with the effort, Jack moved with the Doctor, sliding the heavy pieces of timber out of the way. It felt right to be working with the man once more and it did a lot towards improving his mood. Not a lot, mind, but enough. He moved to the next piece, making eye contact with the Doctor. "Again?" He muttered out of the side of his mouth.
"Ah Gambit, so nice for you rejoin our merry band of brothers," Jack said, wiping his hands on his trousers. Heavy work, but it had to be done first before they got to anything else. And so long as he was doing it, Ianto didn't have to. He grinned, imagining Gambit tied to the tree. "And Logan? I'll assist in the tying. No safe-words either."
Jack could understand bits and pieces of the French, enough to nod with what Gambit was saying. He flicked a glance at Ianto, glad to see him taking it easy. Nail collecting was just fine for a man with a fractured arm. Why no, Jack wasn't being over-protective at all.
"Problem's going to be raising the roof -- pun intended. Unless we can find wire or rope somewhere to enact a pulley system, that's going to be a bitch."