Jack looked back at Sulu grinning goofily at him in the rear view mirror, the effect much the same even though it was a woman grinning back at him, and at Ianto, who was obviously ignoring the fact that there was any reason to be ignoring any sort of fact in the first place, and smiled. A different kind of smile than usual. Because in that moment, the two of them, with whatever this was, it was so new, they were so young, and Jack suddenly felt a lot closer to his age than normal. It...had been a very long time since he'd been as innocent as either of them. Not to say that they were fresh spring daisies--Jack knew what sorts of things Ianto was capable of, when you got him to strip the suits and the decor--but. God, they were just so young.

"I'll try to keep my road rage against the Welsh public as a whole to a minimum. We haven't got any doctors on staff, as it is, should I frighten either of you too badly," Jack said, joking around. "Couldn't have you feinting on us either, my lady. It's been a while since I've had to use the smelling salts. I'm not sure that I even know where they are, anymore, if I even have any lying around."

Jack did one more swerve across traffic, accelerating more than he should have to make it through to the garage ahead of a car that normal people would have just waited to cross after. He stopped the car outside the door. "Shit," he said. No wriststrap. Someone'd have to do it the manual way, and since Ianto would obviously not be paraded around in the center of town, where people might actually recognize him, that responsibility fell on him. "I'll be right back," Jack said, shifting into park and clambering out, going up to the door itself. Never mind that it was what every other Torchwood agent had to do, Jack was supposed to be able to get in without it. Damned virus. He was going to be really happy once he got his wriststrap back, that was for sure.