Own nothing. Written by Inkinhart.
'It's all my fault.' Guilt. Bone-crushing guilt. It was there in his voice … Ianto knew it wasn't just this.
'No … it's not – ' It couldn't be. Jack was so beautiful … inside, as well as out. He was just too stubborn to see it.
'Don't speak, save your breath.' At least he was concerned.
' … I love you … ' His last words. They both knew it, but still … Ianto could see the internal conflict in Jack's eyes. They always were the most open part of him … Ianto could see right to his soul.