Jack leaned into Ianto's hand and closed his eyes. This was the first time he'd been in a relationship with someone who knew about his... not-dying thing. It was taking some getting used to. When he was keeping that secret from someone, keeping other secrets just followed on naturally. He didn't have to do that now.
He opened his eyes again and smiled. "I know about your persistence. That... and the suit... and the pterodactyl was how you got a job." Now it was his turn to caress Ianto's cheek but chose not to poke at the wound called Lisa. Instead, he decided to try this talking thing. "It was hard. Trusting that the Doctor's plan would work. The Master... enjoyed killing me. Tish, Martha's sister, would probably happily join any 'I hate watching Jack die' club you might want to form, by the way. She saw more than a few."