Mecca's Ianto
Jack was still in jeans, with a long-sleeved dark blue button down over an undershirt. He was wearing his holster and gun, but he'd taken his coat off and left it, somewhere. He stepped behind Ianto, slid his hands around his waist and put his chin on Ianto's shoulder. "Hey," he said, quietly and in way of warning, just as his hands made contact with Ianto. "Come take a walk with me."