Just a little bit of Janto angst (sort of.) I liked the idea, I wrote the idea, here's the idea.

The day after his father's death, Ianto's mam called him into her study, her face grave as she spoke to her 14 year old son.

"Ianto, when you fall in love I want you to promise me something, okay?"

"Okay mam," he nodded.

"Well, when you meet a nice girl…" his mother swallowed- "or…or guy-"

"Mam-"

"Can't hide anything from me, Yan." She said, trying not to cry. "Or your father. I want you to promise me that you'll tell them you love them every single day. I-" she sniffed and her teenage son flew to her, hugging her awkwardly–"I never told him enough. I should have said it every day…"

And, at night, as Jack slept, Ianto would whisper-or just mouth-the words. It was the closest he'd ever get to telling Jack, but he did it every day, to keep his promise.