"The only way I'm leaving this place, Yan, is if you're with me," Owen said, wrapping both his arms gently around Ianto as he held onto him. He'd never known Ianto to need someone like this, to need someone this much, but maybe that was only because he'd been so good at putting up walls, barriers to keep the others from knowing too much about him, his intentions, his motives. He'd been an enigma to all of them for so long, always there but never really seen.
There was really no way for Owen to express how much he regretting letting it get like that. "I don't plan on dying again, Ianto. Not for a very, very, very long time to come. Not until we're both very old and gray and already living with one foot in the grave."