"Something like that," Jack replied with a laugh. "Torchwood was originally founded back in 1879 by Queen Victoria. Okay, our prime purpose is to defend the earth against extraterrestrial threats. But UNIT tends to handle things outside the UK."
He traced a finger along the rim of the shot glass, listening to John. "I wasn't expecting honesty, but I was hoping I might actually get some. Thanks." Jack tossed back the second shot, set down the glass, and motioned to the bartender to refill it.
"So three weeks for you. For us, it was several months before you turned up again. And yeah... if it wasn't for you trying to help my team after Gray started wreaking havoc across Cardiff..." Falling silent, he frowned as he thought about his younger brother, currently being kept inside a cryogenic chamber back in the Hub.
He chuckled and rolled his eyes, giving John a knowing look. "It's never your fault, is it?"