Ianto ambled in the lonely street, kicking a can as he went. The rain poured down. The streets were empty and only the streetlamps guided him. No cars were present, which meant he could be alone with his thoughts. He thought about Jack, how he loved Jack, but Jack didn't love him, at least, not really. Jack loved a doctor, not a teaboy like Ianto. But there were so many things that Ianto loved about Jack, he loved his sense of humour, his smile, his grin, his clef chin, his military jacket, just everything about Jack made Ianto tingly. Ianto stopped and stared out across the road feeling neglected. Would someone ever love him? He inhaled, paused, exhaled and continued to kick the can along the pavement. Suddenly, he kicked the can too hard and it flew on to the road. Now Ianto was really alone. It was petty, sure, but tears started dripping down his face.
He sat down in the rain, in the middle of the pavement and cried. He cried until there were no more tears left to cry. When his tears couldn't form anymore, he screamed, shouting like a mad man.
Jack strode in the lonely street, lifting his feet high above the ground. The rain poured down on his military coat. He smiled sadly as he worked out Ianto's desperate cries. His stride slowed to a gentle pace as he approached the broken Welshman. Ianto didn't notice Jack approaching so Jack sat down next to him.
"Ianto, I -"
"Jack?" Ianto looked up, looking straight into Jack's eyes, "What are you doing here?"
"Looking for you," Jack replied, looking straight back into Ianto's eyes.
"But how did you know I was here?"
"There's a tracker on your shoulder."
"But-"
"Tosh."
Ianto looked down at the puddles surrounding him, ashamed.