"Perfect." Jack smiles and reaches over to where he left her coat. "Here, put this on. It's cold out." He holds it out open for her and gently directs her arm towards it.

"There's a little Italian place, just over the bay from here, it's lovely, we'll go there. I hope you'll like it."

Part of him wonders if he should feel guilty in suggesting it. The Italian in question after all is one which is his usual favoured date location for he and Ianto. But what can he do?