"Hm," Jack said. Were he to be a little melancholy about it all, he could even make a case for everything being temporary, even Sulu himself, but. He wasn't going to go there. That was a little too serious a conversation topic, for the moment. He ran his hand through Ianto's hair again, and resisted the urge to sigh.

"Yeah. This isn't really too bad," he said again, repeating himself. "And the uniform is temporary. The handcuffs and this touching thing are temporary, too," he said. "Although I'm going to have to stick a lot closer to you two, I guess, if we don't want a certain archivist here turning into a permanent Sleeping Beauty. Temporary or not, I'd rather not accidentally send him into a coma just because I got a little careless. Or because you two decided to wander off and take your sweet time coming back." Jack wasn't angry at that, not really. He just was a little wary of the fact that Ianto'd been out for as long as he had.