Still his Ianto. The man who forgave him and held him and helped him through the nightmares and nausea. He looked down at the warm hand over his own, then back into Ianto's blue eyes.
He felt the heartbeat under his hand, and the ghost of another next to it. Wait for him, like when he had left. "I'm so sorry Ianto." After all, the Doctor was a timelord too and Jack used to worship him. "I don't deserve you." But he also couldn't help the way his own heart screamed at that sound, that feeling of two hearts.
Jack finally made a decision and slowly leaned into Ianto again. He entertwined his hand into Ianto's, looking at the ring that wasn't matched on his own hand.