Jack talking to Angelo when he's all old and dying…
Did you see him? Did you see Ianto? You would've liked him. Or not. You would've been jealous. Is that why you never approached me? Was it because of him? Or maybe you did approach me – some old guy asking for directions, and I would've looked right through you.
On a date with Ianto – your first date with Ianto. Gotta keep it cool. Order him his favourite wine without being asked – he'll like that. You don't like the way that old guy's looking at him. He's old enough to be Ianto's grandfather for goodness' sake! Grab his hand on the table. Protectively. Just to show whose he is. The man winces, his eyes flash up to meet yours. And there's something … something about those eyes … something about that eye … And then it's gone. He looks away, he gets up, he leaves. And Ianto's asking if he can try a bite of your starter.
Was that you? Oh, Angelo, was that you?i didn't … I didn't … if I'd known I would've … What would I have done? I don't know, but I wouldn't have ignored you. Oh Angelo, why didn't you say?
Weevil hunting with Ianto. Actually hunting a weevil, that is. Not 'weevil hunting with Ianto'. It's dark, pretty late, and it's raining like the heavens have opened. There's a man, hurrying past, head bowed into the downpour. He looks up at you, smiles. That smile… "Beautiful weather!" he calls, laughing, and there's something about that voice. That accent – Italian, with a hint of New York City – seems so familiar, yet you can't place it. And then Ianto's yelling back "Only in Wales, eh?" and every accent is washed from your head except his beautiful, lilting Welsh tones. But the man's laugh follows you well into the night.
Was that you? Angelo, if you'd have just said. We could've … we could've … Maybe you couldn't bear to have me know you when you'd aged so much and I was still young. Or maybe it was Ianto.
That's the worst part about immortality, you know? Seeing the people you love grow old around you. Seeing them die. Ianto never grew old like you did. He never lived like you did. I … I killed him, Angelo. It was my fault. He … he died in my arms, and he was so young. But could I have borne seeing him like this? I don't think I could. I can't bear seeing you like this, Angelo, I just can't. I would've had to leave him like I left you. I would've had to break his heart like I broke yours. So maybe it was for the best … No. of course it wasn't. We were meant to have so many more years together. He was meant to live. It's not fair, but life isn't fair, is it, Angelo?
Thoughts?
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