Author's Note: This is my first fic, please be just a little gentle. Also, English isn't my first language so I'm sorry for any mistakes.
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Prompt: Write a pure dialogue story.
I do not own Torchwood or any of characters. Unfortunately.
"Jack…?"
"Yes?"
"Can we just talk about it?"
"No."
"But…"
"No!"
"Now you're being childish, Jack"
"Oh, than I shall stick to it."
"Jack, I meant it"
"Meant what?"
"That it could've happened to anyone"
"Not to me! I'm immortal! This means no wounds, no diseases, I'm a fixed point in time and space and so is my… appearance."
"Jack…"
"So there is no possibility that I have a gray hair!"
"And yet, I've managed to find one… Or two… Or ten maybe…"
"You're dead, Ianto Jones. Dead."
"Of course… Sir."
