Neither of them had picked up a phone, sent a letter, shot off an email. But Ianto thought it was for the better. He believed Jack wouldn't leave Cardiff and Ianto couldn't deal with the Rift anymore. And as weird as this place was, it was the Rift. It wasn't the dump of the universe.
Ianto lifted his eyes, finally, and offered Jack a wan sort of smile. "Owen owns a bar in town. He thinks it's great fun to get me rat arsed and aim me at unsuspecting customers. He isn't dead, here, Jack." Elsewhere was a different story, though.