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Jack shifted on his cot. He could hear Ianto clattering around overhead; soon he'd be able to smell the coffee.
It had been a long couple of days, what with Suzie turning out to be a serial killer, then the curious incident of the organism who'd come jonesing for orgasms, and the night of sex that had followed. Jack couldn't blame Torchwood's newest recruit for sleeping.
He reached out and touched the freckled shoulder of the man squashed up against him, earning himself a drowsy half smile. “Andy?” he said, giving him a little shake, “Andy... time to get up.”