Ianto was endeared by the smile. He wasn't sure that everything would work out and be okay, but he was willing to try and believe so, thanks to the smile he was getting from Sulu. "Yeah, alright," he said, going back to making the coffee, soon having a mug ready for Jack as well. He handed it over and Jack took it gratefully, though he waited to drink it. For one, it was really too hot, fresh out of the machine, and for another, it was only polite to wait for Ianto, considering he hadn't gotten his own coffee yet.
"If..." Ianto said, "if you'd like any food or anything, we could make something quickly, I suppose." He thought about it. "I'm afraid the only thing I've got in is bread for toast, but that's something at least. Anything more elaborate and Jack here might start chomping at the bit."
Jack shrugged, going serious for a moment. "We've got no idea what's going on out there, Ianto. There's nothing obvious on the horizon, but then none of it ever is obvious before it hits. That's why we monitor, try to catch things before they happen, get too out of control for us to handle." That was the idea, anyway. It was hard, with their organization stripped down to three. They really needed to start hiring more, but... Jack was reluctant to hire anyone else to watch get killed working for him. He'd even had moments where he contemplated Retconning both Gwen and Ianto into a time when they didn't know Torchwood, but not only was that dangerous in Ianto's case, it was also impractical. However much he wanted to spare them, he needed people there working for Torchwood. And more importantly, he needed them to be Ianto and Gwen, because despite how much he tried not to get attached, he'd come to love both of them, in their own way.
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"If..." Ianto said, "if you'd like any food or anything, we could make something quickly, I suppose." He thought about it. "I'm afraid the only thing I've got in is bread for toast, but that's something at least. Anything more elaborate and Jack here might start chomping at the bit."
Jack shrugged, going serious for a moment. "We've got no idea what's going on out there, Ianto. There's nothing obvious on the horizon, but then none of it ever is obvious before it hits. That's why we monitor, try to catch things before they happen, get too out of control for us to handle." That was the idea, anyway. It was hard, with their organization stripped down to three. They really needed to start hiring more, but... Jack was reluctant to hire anyone else to watch get killed working for him. He'd even had moments where he contemplated Retconning both Gwen and Ianto into a time when they didn't know Torchwood, but not only was that dangerous in Ianto's case, it was also impractical. However much he wanted to spare them, he needed people there working for Torchwood. And more importantly, he needed them to be Ianto and Gwen, because despite how much he tried not to get attached, he'd come to love both of them, in their own way.