Ianto frowned at the light touch and looked up. "They were for the pain, the drugs. It .. helped. I cracked a lot of things on that trip." Oh, thank you, God, for making Jack listen, for making this alright. He sighed a little and rubbed his cheek against Jack's palm.
"I .. don't remember saying it. But it's true. After .. after Lisa, there wasn't anything for me to hold on to except Torchwood. And when you came back..." Well. Jack gave him meaning, but not in that all Ianto's life was Jack. Jack showed him how to move on from the pain and find joy again.