She nods, solemnly. This is all so messy and she wishes she could tell Jack everything, how despite what he did Chuck could never entirely hate Tyki, how tortured he looked at the end when he came to see her, almost crumbled when faced with basic human decency. She can't, though. Not to him, not to Ianto. Not to anyone, she thinks, and maybe that's for the best. Maybe Tyki deserves to have some things private.