Part 2
Ianto's POV
The flooring in Jack's office had never been so interesting. In truth, I'd never really noticed it before now. But at this present moment in time I was staring at it intently, as if my life depended on it, and pretty soon its pattern would be etched into my memory for good.
I looked up. The piercing blue eyes of Jack Harkness stared directly into mine, reading my emotions as they quickly passed over my face before I had chance to compose myself.
"Ianto..."
"Sir – before you start to plead your case and beg for forgiveness –"
"Drop the Sir, Ianto" Jack interrupted, "It's Jack. And I'm not going to plead my case, or beg for forgiveness. I just want to tell you what happened."
Is he really going to tell me? I wondered, it's not like Jack to open up. He's never told me anything, I don't even know who he really is; Tosh told us that he took somebody else's name but that's about as much as she would tell us.
Jack just continued to watch me in silence as I processed all of this. He looks the same, but different. He's aged somehow. Not physically, but emotionally.
"Jack, why have you waited until now to tell us? You've had plenty of time over these past three days, plenty of opportunities. Why decide to tell us now?"
"I wanted to tell you Yan. Not the others. You are the reason I came back. I could have stayed away – travelled the galaxies, seen the stars. But I didn't. I came back. For you."
"Why?"
"Ianto. You know why. You are the only person who has ever made me feel like this. You are my life now."
"That's saying something considering you can never die" I deadpanned.
Jack laughed, "Oh Ianto, I've missed you!"
As we smiled at each other I knew that no matter what had happened between us in the past, and no matter what Jack would tell me now, he was forgiven, as he always was. As he always would be.
"So Ianto. I found my doctor. I travelled to the end of the universe and was fed a diet of mashed parsnips. Where do you want me to start?"