A/N: Believe it or not, I'm really proud of this so, please R&R!

Disclaimer: I own no such brilliance.

Constant

Dead. Lisa was really dead.

For once, it was not Ianto's job to clean up the hub. He did not make any coffee. He did no case work. He hadn't even been inside the Archives.

Ianto was vaguely aware of his changing surroundings. The couch, the office (Jack's), the medical bay. They were merely a blur. Only two things were constant.

First, a numb, detached feeling.

Second, the warmth of Jack's hands on his own.

Ianto blinked. Why Lisa? It was just unfair, they had been so happy together.

"No," Ianto mentally scolded himself, "don't think about her too much!"

Too late.

Already, tears were spilling down his face and his face started to get hot. Ianto let out a sound that was something between a sob and a gasp.

Immediately, Jack wrapped his arms around Ianto, gently rubbing his back. Ianto buried his face in Jack's chest and cried. They stayed like that for a while, until Ianto had no more tears.

"I'm... I'm so sorry Jack, I didn't mean for-" Jack shushed Ianto, and looked at Ianto.

"It's okay."

"No it's not..." Ianto muttered, miserably. Suddenly Jack leaned in and planted a soft, gentle kiss on Ianto's lips.

"Tell me that wasn't okay."

A/N: Yay! Janto! So, love? Hate? R&R makes me happy!