Ianto came up from the archives and paused as he heard the soft sound of music drifting out from Jack's office; he made his way directly up to look in on Jack, and found him dancing with an invisible partner, his face melancholy and his eyes closed.

Ianto hesitated, but slipped inside, brushing a hand over Jack's shoulder and moving around to face him. Jack startled, steps hitching, and Ianto caught his hand, pulling him closer, feeling warm as he smiled and wrapped an arm around Ianto's waist, dance brought into the here and now and ghosts, for the moment, forgotten.