Jack laid his drunken angle down on the bed, gently stroking his face. He tried to move and go to the hub for the night, but Ianto grabbed his wrist and pulled him down on to the bed. "Jack I'm sorry I shouldn't have done this." Jack smiled and placed a kiss on Ianto's head, he knew he had to be careful what he did or said because although Ianto was a good drunk he was a very emotional drunk, good thing it took at lot to get him drunk.
"It's not your fault Yan." Ianto pulled him closer holding onto him desperately.
"Jack I was over reacting, I shouldn't have even remembered it." Jack cocked his head to the side,
"Remembered what?"
"What me and Adam did. I killed three women!" Memories flashed before Jack's eyes, Ianto saying that, and what Ianto hadn't remembered, finding out the truth.
"Ianto NO! Think harder, me and you, we found out the truth, together." Ianto stared into Jack's eyes and remembered.
"Oh Jack, I'm sorry." He hide his head in Jack's shoulder, then ripped it out again. "You didn't give in on me. You found out the truth because…" Ianto didn't know how to finish that sentence.
"Because I love you." Jack concluded, Ianto smashed their lips together, trying to saddle his waist. Jack pushed him back, as mush as he wanted to have sex he knew it wasn't what Ianto really needed right now. Ianto pouted, tears forming in his eyes.
"I thought... you would have wanted…" Ianto began. Jack cut him off with a tender kiss,
"I do but not right now. Ianto, you know when you have nightmares, and then in the morning you think they are true, and then react badly?" Jack asked. Ianto nodded. "Do you know why that is?"
Ianto sighed, "When I was five my Tad took me to the Doctors about it and they told us I had a condition called 'Over-Active-Indust-Beliving-Sensors-Syndrome." Jack nodded; his friend Leroy, back when he worked for the Time Agency, had a similar disability.
"Okay just wanted to check it wasn't anything dangerous. Now please try to talk to me, before you do anything when something like this again okay? I can help you cope" Ianto nodded, pulling Jack down onto the bed. Jack removed his and Ianto's shoes, and laid down with his lover, amazed that even when drunk, he still laid perfectly still and didn't back a sound, apart from accessional night terrors, which were often in Welsh.
Jack wanted to give Ianto heaven, and if that meant dragging himself through hell... He was willing to do that.