Jack's POV
"Ianto!" I sobbed. "Please, don't go!" Ianto sneered at me, pure disgust on his face.
"Why? Why would I stay with you, a 51st century slut?" he asked. "I could have anybody I want. And I don't like spoiled goods." With that, he walked out, slamming the door. I curled up on the floor, unable to move.
"Ianto…" I moaned. "Please… come back…"
"Jack?" That… that was Ianto's voice. "Jack, wake up!"
Ianto's POV
Jack jolted awake, trembling. He looked up at me, his crystal blue eyes filling with tears.
"Ianto?" he whispered, looking unsure as to whether I was actually here.
"Yeah, it's me," I murmured. Jack whimpered and buried his face in my chest, sobbing. "What's wrong sweetheart?" His answer was muffled, but I could still make it out.
"Y-you left." I subconsciously pulled him closer as I heard the hurt and confusion in his voice.
"That was just a nightmare, Jack," I replied softly. He shook his head.
"N-no, it was real, it was so real," he whimpered. I combed my fingers through his hair, remembering that it calmed him down.
"No, it wasn't. I'm not going to leave you," I replied.
"But I'm sort of a slut." I sucked in a breath, shocked that he'd say something like that.
"No you're n-"
"Yes I am!" he said suddenly, lifting his head to stare at me. "I am, Ianto. Please don't lie to me."
"Jack, I'm not lying to you," I insisted. "You are amazing, and beautiful, and pure in every way."
"You mean that?" I nodded.
"Of course I do. I love you, and I always will."
"And you'll stay?" I smiled in the darkness.
"As long as you'll have me."
"I love you," whispered Jack, his baby blues fluttering closed. I kissed his forehead.
"I love you too." I didn't go to sleep. I stayed awake, ready to chase the bad dreams, the uncertainties, and insecurities away, as I would always do, forever and always.