"No, I'm not," Jack replied simply. "We would never have solved anything if I let any of you give up when the going got hard." And that was how he was looking at this. Like it was a case to solve. Because if he started thinking about it in terms of feelings, Jack would have kissed him and tried to distract them both.
The Welsh repressed, Jack knew that bit all too well. Jack, however, didn't quite share that love of repression. "I would have wanted to know," Jack finally said, burying his nose in Ianto's hair, breathing in his scent. "I don't want you to hurt." He was the one with the wide shoulders, supposed to suffer in silence for his multitude of sins -- not Ianto.