Contemplating
Ianto looked down the black barrels of a gun, his gun, one of the hundred things he hid from Torchwood. Seeing those tunnels reminded him of exactly where he was, walking down a road to that final, utter blackness.
Ianto's eyes began to shut when he saw instead, his living room. A gentle enough but firm hand gripped his gun and turned the barrels away from him. Captain Jack Harkness stood there, the one who threatened to kill him, the one he threatened to kill.
'What are you doing, Ianto?'
His voice was the same as his grip.
Ianto's in reply was steady but apathetic,
'Contemplating suicide, sir.'