The nightmare's grip was so strong that Ianto had honestly forgotten that Jack was here, staying with him. When Jack strolled in the room, Ianto whirled, shorts and trainers held in his arms, eyes so wide they were nearly bugging out of his head.
"Jack? ..Jack. Jack." He breathed the name out on every panted breath and dropped his shoes and clothes and pressed both hands to his mouth to start the process of getting his wits together. He couldn't lose it in front of Jack. Couldn't. Couldn't lose it in front of anyone, really.
He didn't shake as he bent to pick up his things, didn't tremble. "I just .. I need .. I was going running."