Over the past few weeks, Jack had become all the more tactile than usual, wanting and craving these small touches if only to convince himself that Ianto was still here. "Yes, but it's something completely different to be running something as opposed to just working there." Jack spoke from experience -- all the years he had run from Torchwood while an operative and then having a hard time leaving it once he held the mantle of power. "You'd get to brew your own blends and I'd get to sample everything. Seems like a fairly good deal to me."
Jack didn't like talking about things. And he still hadn't said that yet either. But Jack also knew Ianto would repress and repress and repress. "Because I may have a fairly good idea of what happens. I've done it once or twice." Jack sighed, shaking his head slightly. "Just because I'm used to it and look like I go through it without issue doesn't mean you should as well. A long time ago I died for the first time."