Captain Jack Harkness | Torchwood (thedashinghero) wrote in aternaville, |
There was something in her tone that nearly broke the floodgates inside Jack. Instead he closed his eyes, his fingers curling in the fabric of her shirt. He knew her own clothing had to be ruined by this point from the blood, but he couldn't bring himself to care. Jack was, at the present, too busy reliving the events of the morning. Even when his eyes closed, he could still see it, could still hear that keening tone in Ianto's voice.
Jack leaned into her gentle touch, taking whatever comfort from it he could derive. "Don't really plan on leaving anyway," Jack murmured. "Bad reaction or not." Jack swallowed roughly, his next words coming out only as a whisper, a confession he had never intended on making. "He told me he loved me. Couple of days ago. And I never said anything."