Leaving Jack was harder than Ianto thought. The way he kept smiling and the small subtle things than convinced him it was more than sex (though the dates tended to help). Ianto had kept his distance and had been cordial, flirted back, and acted as though nothing was wrong. Thankfully the Rift was quiet so everyone left at the end of the day. Usually he stayed, usually he wouldn't be drinking some coffee laced with a shot of whiskey to steel his nerves, usually he went to Jack for dinner, a movie, anything. His cup now long gone, Ianto headed toward Jack's office.

Jack was at his desk, finalizing a report. He smiled when Ianto entered. It quickly vanished and in its place was a look of confusion and concern.

"We need to talk."

"About?" Jack inquired.

"Us, or rather…" He should have added more whiskey.

"What about 'us'?" The way Jack said 'us', his tone denying its existence and mocking it all at the same time did what no shots of whiskey could do to his nerves. Jack always did that, implied they were together in almost in every indirect way but denying it when it came up.

"I'm not doing it anymore." There, simple and succinct. Jack looked at him a moment, silent and face unreadable.

"What?"

"I'm leaving you." Jack leaned forward, half-way out of his seat.

"What brought this up? Ianto, look I know I've been a bit…distracted but-"

"This has nothing to do with you," Ianto snapped then suddenly shook his head. "Actually it has everything to do with you. I realized Jack that I can't do this anymore. I can't be with someone like you." That hurt Jack, it was minute but Ianto saw it. He had spent hours with the man. Could see more than Jack probably liked. Ianto felt horrible about saying it but getting it off of his chest was working through his mind quicker than he could censor them.

"Oh?" That was all Jack said. He was up now, standing tall and unmovable.

"Yes,"

"So you're leaving me because you can't stand what about me?" Jack demanded, his voice quiet and calm, irking Ianto more than it should have.

"You don't age. I know nothing about you, Jack, nothing. You tell me things but you don't tell me what's important."

"So you wanted me to open up more?" Jack sneered. Ianto glared.

"No, Jack." He snapped. Jack looked a bit surprised. "I'm not asking you to change. You don't change," He said simply. "It's that, you never change. I need someone who can change, I need someone normal," He said quietly. Jack glared with such force that Ianto was almost knocked over.

"So it's all my fault?" He snapped. "You can't "stay" with me because I'm not normal. We're Torchwood, Ianto, we don't do normal."

Ianto glared. "It's not as if it matters Jack, we shag. You make this into some sort of relationship when all it really is shagging."

"You know damn well it's more than that!"

"I don't care!" Ianto finally yelled. "Damn it, Jack. I don't care. You make this so difficult. Do you have any idea how much you've caused me to change? I'm not gay Jack but I still have sex with you." He growled. "I'm tired of changing. I'm tired of cleaning after you and taking care of your shit only to have you forget about me just like that Jack." He snarled, anger he hadn't realized was there flowing to the surface. "You don't think I haven't seen the way you looked at her? The CCTV footage from after you came back?"

"Leave Gwen out of this," Jack growled.

"See? You focus on her." Ianto took in a calming breath. "This isn't about Gwen though, Jack. I admit I'm jealous of the way you look at her but I had you. I realized I needed more. You can't give me that Jack. You can't give me someone to love," Jack's face blanked. Ianto wasn't idiotic enough to think this meant that Jack loved him. Jack was just behind one of his masks again. "You aren't enough." Jack's fist clenched and Ianto couldn't gauge how angry he was.

"Get out."

"That's it?" Ianto said. This was the end of their relationship? No big revelations, no screaming fest, just this.

"I said get out."

"I'm not leaving, Torchwood, Jack."

"I never said you were, just get the fuck out." Jack was behind his desk again. "I expect you back in the morning. Take your things out of the Hub tomorrow except the standard spare clothing."

Ianto nodded suddenly having hated started this conversation. Jack was cold and Ianto realized several of the things he said were incomplete or distorted by anger. Things he wanted to say were unsaid.

"Yes, sir." He said quietly. Ianto turned around and started walking out. He stopped. "It's not your fault, Jack." He added. "I just want more than you're giving." Jack said nothing. Ianto left. He took the lift up and got into his car, always aware of the CCTV.

When Ianto got to his flat he looked around and didn't realize how empty it was before. He went to his bedroom and went straight to bed. It wasn't late but he needed to lie down. He'd done want he hadn't meant to do: He blamed Jack. Now Jack probably thought he had hated being with him.

He closed his eyes. God, he fucked up his life in the stupidest ways.