Over the past century, Jack had lost more than he cared to admit by way of friends and colleagues. For some reason, though, the deaths of Tosh and Owen had hit him nearly as hard as Alex's death. But that had been right in front of him and there were times when Jack could still feel the heat of his former commander's blood on his face.
"I'd like to see you live much past thirty," Jack said quietly, pulling Ianto closer once more. He truly didn't like the thought of losing Ianto at any point and knew full well that his death would devastate him like Michael's death had. "I just... I should have known. I should have sensed something. Why didn't you tell me?" Jack asked again. "There had to be a reason."