Ianto frowned deeply. He could only imagine... but then again, he couldn't at all. Not really. It was like what happened with Lisa. Nobody would ever know or understand how much it hurt.
He reached out and put his hand on Jack's wrist, fingertips touching the hot underside. He didn't know what to say, so he just half smiled at the man and gave the wrist a slight squeeze.
"Well... I've worked around you long enough to know you'll never be without people who'd die for you," he said, then hiccuped and swayed enough to notice himself. "Unless you keep giving them this bloody vodka hyper things. Lord." He pulled his hand away to steady himself against the counter.