She's spent every night at Rhiannon's house. They talk, about life, about her job. But mostly, they talk about him.
Gwen tells her the first time she saw his smile. The first time she heard his laugh.
Rhiannon tells her about the clearness of his eyes on a summer day. The way he gave the children twenty quid whenever he was over, Things Gwen will never get to see.
Gwen explains his suits, his voice after fighting, the way he held a gun.
She cradles her stomach and hopes his child will inherit his eyes, his laugh.
Rhiannon tells her about their childhood, the way he swam. Things Gwen had never thought about, but could imagine now.
She thinks that perhaps their child will have his smile.
Every night, she sits with Rhiannon on the steps outside and remembers Ianto.
Remembers him.