"I mean think about it," Owen held the tourist office door open while the ladies exited. He locked up before continuing his thought. "The hub can't be his only place. He sleeps on an oversized cot. He would need another place for shagging alone."
"I am not taking part in this conversation" Tosh protested. "I am not discussing the logistics of Jack's sex life." She took the back seat of Owen's car while Gwen rode shotgun. "However, I do think it would be stressful to never leave"
"Exactly! The bloody Pterodactyl would be annoying enough but then you have the weevils and whatever else happens to be in the cells that week. He has to have somewhere else."
"Well I suppose it is possible" Gwen mused "He is able to keep track of the rift with his wrist strap."
"Right, so it's settled. Jack has a secret flat, full of his secret stuff, from his secret past that he never bothers to tell any of us about. Now are we getting a pint or am I just dropping you ladies home?"
They were partially right. Jack didn't stay at the Hub all the time. There wasn't a secret flat, but there was a bar. The bar was a windowless bunker on the corner of a strip of shops. The walls were fake wood panelling covered in sports memorabilia. It looked like a basement that time had forgotten. The patrons were all older chaps who just talked war movies and football. Jack felt safe there. It was the one place no one really cared who he was or what he did as long as he cheered for the right teams. Until that night. After Owen and the team left, Jack forwarded the calls to his mobile and the computers to his vortex manipulator. He drove down to the pub, walked in and saw a young Welshman in a waistcoat playing darts all alone.
"Ianto?"