Author's Note: The title comes from W.H. Auden's "Lullaby". I am big on titles pulled from poems. This occurs just after Season One's "Captain Jack Harkness", with Tosh and Ianto alone in the hub.
Ianto carefully pushed aside some papers on Tosh's desk to set down her mug. She looked up and gave him a grateful smile. "Thank you."
He nodded at her bandage. "How's your hand?"
"Oh - fine." She looked at it. "Owen rewrapped it before he left. Didn't trust the one from-" She flapped her other hand, a strained look on her face.
Ianto pulled the chair from Owen's workstation over to Tosh's. "You gave us a scare, writing in blood."
She shrugged. "I couldn't think of anything else. We were in a basement. No pens."
Ianto nodded, then fell silent, looking at his hands clasped between his knees. Tosh prompted, a little nervous, a little awkward, "You, um. You shot Owen."
Ianto looked at her. "He was trying to open the rift. Anything could have happened. It wasn't even about you or Jack for him, he just wanted-" He cut off, looking away from her. Tosh's hand fluttered at the base of her throat and she looked down at the desk.
"It's – it's all right," she said. "I know he – he loved her. Diane. It's terrible, what happened."
"It wasn't worth it, though. What could have happened. I wanted you both back, too, but-" He sighed.
They were quiet for a moment. Tosh sipped her coffee.
Ianto said, "Jack left."
Tosh glanced at him. "I know."
"He never leaves. Not unless there's something happening."
Tosh said nothing, looking at the screen of her computer.
Ianto said, "What happened?"
Tosh smoothed the gauze of her bandage nervously, silent.
"Gwen said he was near crying when you two came out. You had a drink with him. He never drinks, not unless something terrible has happened. So, what happened, Tosh?" His voice was urgent, worried.
She looked at him, apologetic and sad. "I don't think he'd want me telling you."
"But why?"
"You know Jack," she said, still playing with her bandage. "He keeps his cards close to his chest. If he wants you to know, he'll tell you. Otherwise," she smiled sadly. "I'm sorry."
Ianto pushed a breath out through pursed lips and sat back in his chair, running a hand through his hair. It still smelled like gunshot residue. "I'll never know, then."
There was another quiet moment. The familiar noises of the hub breathed in and out.
Then Tosh asked, "Ianto, do you-" She faltered. "You and Jack-" Again, she stopped, and searched his face.
He glanced at her. "Are we together?"
She nodded.
"No," he said, simply.
"Do you – wish you were?"
Ianto stood. "I'm going home," he said, pulling Owen's chair back to his workstation. "Long, horrible day."
He took a few steps away, then looked back with a small smile. "I'll see you tomorrow, Tosh."
She smiled, too. "See you tomorrow, Ianto."
Then he left.
