"Rise and shine, sleepy!"

"Go 'way."

"It's past 8. I had to make coffee for myself," Jack said, arms crossed as if the very idea was an affront to his pride.

"Oh god," Ianto moaned.

"The one-cup, I swear. I know better than to touch your espresso."

"Jack… why'd you let me sleep?" Ianto asked, covering his eyes.

"Don't have to be in for a few hours."

"I hate having a lie-in. Bloody hell… fucking headache."

Jack frowned. "Caffeine withdrawal. Here," he said, handing his mug to Ianto.

Ianto gratefully took a sip, then pulled a face. "This is genuinely awful, Jack."

"I said I had to make it myself," Jack shrugged. "You know I'm hopeless with coffee."

"Shortly before he passed away, my granddad gave me a bit of advice. He said 'never marry a woman who isn't good in the kitchen, because she's probably not good in any other room.'"

"What does have to do with me and coffee?" Jack asked, genuinely confused.

Ianto started to shake his head, then stopped abruptly when the movement sent bolts zinging through his skull.

"Ok. Little more than a caffeine headache?" Jack said, sitting on the bed and looking a little worried.

"Just a sleep 'hangover.' I never sleep this late, my body doesn't know what's wrong."

"We were up till past two."

"And whose fault was that?"

"Yours! You wanted to finish cataloging before we left."

"And who instigated the ensuing activity that then kept us from going directly to sleep?"

"You were going to clean the kitchen at one in the morning!"

"I'm used to having late nights."

"So you usually stay up past one… and you're usually in by at least six. When do you sleep?"

"Usually between about one and five."

"That's normal for you?"

Ianto shrugged.

"That's not enough. You need to be getting more sleep."

"Too much sleep gives me headaches… as mentioned."

"Then work up to it. But I want you sleeping more. Too little will run you down."

"Hasn't been a problem till now."

Jack frowned and shook his head. "Doesn't work like that. It'll start being a problem eventually, it'll catch up."

"I don't like sleep," Ianto sighed. "Rather be doing something productive."

"Or reproductive," Jack grinned.

Ianto just gave him a look.

"Alright. How about some paracetamol and breakfast? But you do need a better sleep schedule – and I'm gonna see that you get it."

"Well, that should be fun for you."

"Hey, I take my job very seriously. I'm diligent."

"Are you, hell!" Ianto scoffed. "If you were diligent, you wouldn't have a stack of incomplete reports on your desk at this very moment."

Jack pouted. "I was talking about important work. Like keeping you healthy. Not stupid reports."

"Reports completed is directly proportional to my state of health, sir."

"So is hours of sleep," Jack contended.

"Is this all the Jack Harkness way of saying, 'I want to spend more time with you, Ianto'?"

Jack took a deep breath. "I want to spend more time with you, Ianto… to make sure you're getting adequate sleep."

Ianto rolled his eyes, ignoring the increased ache, and got out of bed to find a couple pain pills and to make some real coffee.