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INT-TORCHWOOD, EARLY EVENING.
JACK: Hey, could we go to your flat?
IANTO: For...?
JACK: Sleeping.
IANTO: You don't sleep.
JACK: Just because I don't need to doesn't mean I can't.
IANTO: You want to sleep over at my flat?
JACK: Or not, I didn't mean to pressure you, sorry.
IANTO: (grabbing his hand) No, it's okay, I'd love to. Hell, move in if you want!
JACK: Okay.
IANTO: Oh! Seriously?
JACK: Seriously.
IANTO: Like I'd buy a second wardrobe and you'd hang your stupid jackets and your shirts and your trousers in it?
JACK: Yup.
IANTO: Okay. (He does a bad job hiding a grin.)