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[othercaptjack]

Jack is not scholarly-minded by nature, but sometimes a little theoretical work is unavoidable, especially for those who use a great deal of cyphers and code and have nasty, suspicious and above all twisty minds (like Jack). His notebook is slowly being filled with number combinations, together with bits and pieces of Thirbite algebra.

(So much easier than the earth variety, provided you have the necessary languages to translate back when you're done.)

Since, however, there's only so much dry data you can take when you are by nature a social creature, he's doing this at a table in the middle of the bar, with the vague hope that someone will interrupt.

He can't be rude enough to ignore anyone, and then he'll have a legitimate excuse to wrap things up for the day.

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[othercaptjack]

"Glad you think so," Jack continues, rueful but unrepentant. "Ianto tells me I'm not good at subtle, and I'm not sure whether or not to be put out."

(That coat he's wearing... billows. A lot. Ianto, in this sense, is quite right.)

[gavemea_45]

"I don't know about subtle," he counters, "but sneaky I believe."

[othercaptjack]

He laughs and shrugs once. Jack certainly seems as cheerful and friendly a guy as you'd like to meet now, so perhaps Sam has something there.

Or it could just be the Harkness charm in operation now the possibility of a fight has dwindled.

"Would you know much about sneaky?" he asks. "I'm inclined to think yes, but then I have no idea what your line of work is; other than that demons are an issue."

[gavemea_45]

"You guys have an institute," Sam tells him. "We're more independent. It's a family business."

A beat.

"Also, fewer aliens."

[othercaptjack]

"Right, your brother Dean," Jack says with a nod. "Must be good, knowing someone's got your back like that."

Must also be terrifying for the other when something like that happens.

[gavemea_45]

"Yeah," he agrees. "We're a team."

[othercaptjack]

Jack smiles faintly.

"Sounds good."

[gavemea_45]

"Uh-huh."

Except when his demon-possessed hand is holding the gun that shoots his brother in the shoulder.

"I should probably be getting back. Uh, will you tell Ianto -- tell him I'm sorry, okay?"

[othercaptjack]

There is that.

Jack smiles again, and nods. "I will. He knows it's not your fault," Especially with Torchwood being as it is, "But I think he'll appreciate it."

Again: With Torchwood the way they are... common courtesy and consideration often gets passed by. Gwen tries her best, but she's fighting a losing battle there.