He stared down at Ianto's still body, rocking it gently. There wasn't any life left in him. No snarky remarks to Owen. No smart-babble between him and Tosh. No whining to Gwen about cleaning out Myfanwy's nest. No reminiscent tears over Lisa. No nervous twitching of his fingers from lack of caffeine.

No special smiles saved just for Jack. No proper 'Sir's. No passionate kisses stolen while the rest of the team looked the other way. Not even one of the little, contented sighs he used to give in his sleep while sprawled next to Jack.

No more declarations of love.

Jack leaned down and gently ran his hand across his hair. His lips skimmed over his forehead. It was so cold.

He opened his mouth, lips beginning to form the words. His eyes travelled over Ianto's face. It was so still. So pale.

Lifeless.

He bit back the words. Unspoken, they left a bitter taste in his mouth. But it was far too late.