"We ARE friends. But then you do things like isolate yourself away from everyone, avoid Martha and I, and pull things like this. You said you got these memories weeks ago, but you're only telling me now? Why Ianto?" Jack sat back down and cupped his hands around his bottle.
"I don't want to fight and argue," he said quietly. "In this place, it was so easy to just forget for a while and pretend to be normal. Work a nine to five job, live in an actual house, and not have to do anything Torchwood related. I've never had this kind of life. When I go back home, I never will."