The house was beautiful, if bare, and it was all Ianto could do to keep himself from putting the cart before the horse and insisting they take the place before they'd even done an inspection. Jack's words just further eroded all attempts at being practical and made his heart flutter.

"This is beautiful, Jack..." He squeezed Jack's hand and tugged him in a little farther, taking in sloping ceilings and the spiral staircase and the light filtering in the windows onto the hardwood floors. "We should put in an offer. Have an inspection done, of course," he added in hurriedly, knowing his enthusiasm was getting the better of him, "but this is perfect..." He trailed off, looking at Jack like Jack had just given him the world's best birthday and Christmas presents rolled into one.