Jack looked back and forth between Ianto and the pebble and couldn't help but smile. There was a memory, buried deep in the inner recesses of his mind, remembering a day when he and Gray had skipped stones. He quickly pushed it aside, focusing on Ianto rather than his own past. He slipped an arm around Ianto, pulling the other man in closer as they stared out at the water.
"I don't know, even with the wind, youcan still skip stones. You just have to make a few adjustments first." Now if that wasn't a metaphor for what happened to them both, Jack didn't know what was.