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Ianto pulled the woolen blanket tightly around himself, steadfastly ignoring Jack's request that he join him in the shower - and subsequent requests that he get up at all.
"Everyone'll be upstairs in an hour, Ianto," Jack busied himself with deciding which colour of braces to wear. "Usually the thought of Owen getting in before you would have you up and away like a shot". He laughed for a moment, though turned back around when Ianto failed to reply. He moved to sit beside him on their bed, "are you, uh, are you alright?"
Ianto simply shifted his face closer into the pillow, letting the weight of Jack's hand on his thigh attempt to ground him. He was vaguely aware of some need to speakk, though didn't like the chances of his throat cooperating even if he had been able to form words. His joints felt achy and heavy, stiff like the button on Owen's underused 'paper work pen'. "Bug," he breathed, squinting against the dim light in the room.
Jack nodded as though he'd never needed to ask. "I could have Owen check it's nothing alien," he said, "Or anything deadly," he added, as if completing Ianto's cynical remark of the morning for him, "but Christmas retconning without multiple team members is going to be an administrative nightmare"