"I need to talk to you," he says, looking at me.
I follow him away from the others.
The anger from his absence is still there, though it's dilated now. I can't stay mad at him, and the bastard that he is knows it, too.
The hallway we're in is empty, and out of earshot of everyone else. A thousand possible conversations run through my head. How much I missed him. I much I love him. How everyday Ianto cried about him. How everyday I comforted him, even though I sort of resented the way Ianto had him like I never would.
He looks at me. I can't decipher the emotion in his blue eyes, and I wonder if what I'm feeling is in my eyes, too.
He lightly touches my cheek with his finger. My whole body ignites as he begins to speak.
"You should have seen what it was like. It was terrible. I couldn't believe I ever wanted to leave," he pauses.
My breath stops, waiting for his words.
"My only thought was coming home to you." The words repeat in my head.
My only thought was coming home to you. My only thought was coming home to you. You. Me.
His hand runs along my arm and encloses my hand. He encases it with both of his and leans a bit closer. There is only one coherent thought in my head.
Kiss me.
I step closer, and his arms move around my waist. My heart speeds up even more as his face hovers above mine and his lips brush mine. They're soft, and I am kissing him back, our lips moving together. The moment last forever, and seems to end too soon. He pulls away and smiles at me. I smile back, and now I can identify the emotion in his eyes.
He wants me to kiss him. So I do.
