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The cab ride home is a bit disorienting, the movement jostling Jack and Ianto, streetlights flashing through the windows. Any other time they're in a situation like this, they aren't in a vehicle. Furniture, floor, or bathtub, but not a vehicle. Jack holds on a bit tighter with the unfamiliar sensations, trying to only let Ianto in. His vague mental state does plenty to keep most else out.

Thankfully, the driver gets the hint that small-talk wouldn't be appreciated, driving without speaking to them. The cab pulls up into their gravel drive and parks with the engine running. Jack sighs as they stop. "Here?"