"Well, we're idiots, aren't we." Lids slipped down over watery blue eyes and Ianto let himself just float on the feel of Jack's hands on his face. Everything felt raw, at the moment, scraped clean down to the bone, and this little thing was a soothing sort of balm against it. "I never knew. You laugh at the musicals I have, but I bought them because I remembered they were your favorites." Now if that wasn't branding himself as a complete soppy, nothing was. And it said, he hoped, just how much he had missed Jack as well.
"None of this means I don't .. god, are you going to make me say it? Do I honestly need to say it?" Ianto's eyes opened and he tensed a bit, and then at Jack's hesitant works, nearly jerked himself free from cupped hands.
"Don't be daft! How's it going to make either of us happy if you're across town being moody and I'm here being moody?" The most important bit, 'I don't want you to go', wasn't said outloud, but it was clear in his eyes, speaking directly to the begging he saw in Jack's.