They stood at Cardiff bay looking out over the black water at the stars. Two men in companionable silence. Of almost equal height, one was completely grey, with receding hairline, a little paunchy. Probably in his late sixties. The other was tall and handsome, younger by at least twenty years. Anyone walking by would have wondered how the old guy had managed to attract such a good looking younger man.
New Years Eve, 2050. Bitterly cold and clear, the stars seemed to dance in the heavens. They'd been together more than 40 years. Good times, bad times, some really bad times. Seen people come and go; sometimes by choice, sometimes not. Whether in total sync, mild disagreement, or having a flaming row, they were partners.
They didn't speak; they didn't have to. They knew each other inside and out. They held hands discretely, way past the point of having to prove anything to anyone including themselves as to how they felt about each other.
A few moments before midnight a shooting star streaked across the sky. The younger man sighed.
"Do you ever miss traveling with him?" the older man asked.
"Who?" the younger man asked.
"Never mind, Jack," Ianto replied.