"Sir, can I talk to you?"
"Sure Ianto, come on in."
"Sir, I need some time off."
"You know, I've been thinking of giving you a couple of days off, for some time now, since you started working here, you haven't had more than one day off."
"This would be more than a couple of days."
"How long then? A week?"
"I need about a month."
"A month?"
"Yes a month and I'm taking the time off whether you say yes or no, and this thing we're doing needs to stop too."
"You know I could fire you if you stayed away against my orders."
"Then fire me."
"Can I ask why?"
"Why I need time off or why I need us to stop shagging?"
"Both I guess."
"You can ask, but I'm not sure I can give you the answer."
"Or maybe you don't have an answer."
"Oh I have an answer, I'm just not sure I want you to know it."
"I thought our arrangement was a damn good one."
"Yeah so did I."
"Then why?"
"You don't get it do you?"
"What?"
"I've bloody fallen in love with you, and I need time off to fall out of love with you."
Ianto left Jack's office, slamming the door on his way out. Jack was sitting at his desk, trying to wrap his mind around what just happened. 'Did he just dream it? Did Ianto just say he loved him? Did Ianto really mean it? How long had Ianto felt that way?' those were the questions running through Jack's mind, but the question Jack really wanted to know the answer to was, 'is Ianto ever coming back?'