for Ianto | june 11, evening

The air was warm but there was still snow lingering, fighting against melting away. It was more in the shady areas than on the path, which was nice. Not that any amount of snow would have stopped Jack. He made it to Ianto's and knocked, half wondering if Charlie was going to answer the door in her underpants. It seemed to happen far too often for it to be a coincidence. That thought made him grin and he leaned against the door frame. Ianto in his underpants would be acceptable, too.