"Yeah," Jack concurred. "Deciding to do it is one thing. Actually doing it..."

He shrugged and looked at Logan, wearing the softest, most smitten grin.

"There's no rush. I'm not going anywhere." He took a deep breath and gestured vaguely toward the door and to what lay beyond it. "Actually, Ianto suggested we at least wait until New Year's so we don't destroy the liquor supply of the island with a party. We can just take advantage of what this place seems to magic up. Six months is a decent minimum, don'tcha think?"