Ianto frowns, Jack's words sending the mental gears turning even as he absently returns the kiss and nods in agreement, eager to be rid of the last vestiges of goopy gel. He makes a mental note to ask more about the TARDIS sometime, before filing it away to think on more pressing matters.
"There have to be officers quarters, don't there? And there's only two bloody crew. If Ward has been holding out on us and there's a whole hallway of rooms with private baths somewhere, I am going to be having words with that man." The silent conviction of justice in his eyes, Ianto moves a few lockers down to his own, marked 007, and opens it to retrieve his jumpsuit.
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"There have to be officers quarters, don't there? And there's only two bloody crew. If Ward has been holding out on us and there's a whole hallway of rooms with private baths somewhere, I am going to be having words with that man." The silent conviction of justice in his eyes, Ianto moves a few lockers down to his own, marked 007, and opens it to retrieve his jumpsuit.