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."