"I finally found him," murmured Tosh, supporting his lithe weight. Jack nodded seriously, taking the man from her and easily carrying him.
"He was right at the back. Must've been there hours," she added, biting her lip worriedly as Jack carried the man down to the medical bay.
"Early stages of hypothermia," confirmed Owen, putting away his stethoscope carefully.
"Thanks," smiled Jack with relief as the body on the gurney moved slightly.
"Urgh... Urgh..." he groaned, pushing himself up onto his elbows, causing Jack to hurry to his side and help him up.
"Welcome back Ianto," smiled Jack.
He pulled the blanket closer and picked up his hot mug again, taking a sip. Ianto glanced up at Jack from the threadbare couch,
"I... I guess I lost track of time," he explained lamely, gazing into his coffee.
"Right at the back of the Archives? You just.. Took a break and fell asleep for half a day?" asked Jack with a skeptically raised eyebrow. Ianto nodded slowly, not bothering to look up before sucking in a deep breath and swallowing a sob.
"Hey... Hey it's okay!" murmured Jack, wrapping an arm around the still shivery Welshman. With nowhere else to turn, Ianto curled into the warmth of Jack's broad chest and valiantly tried to hold back the sobs that threatened.
"You can tell me anything," Jack told him simply as they lay in his bed, their bodies intertwined.
"I know... I don't know what came over me," muttered Ianto, trying to pull out of his grasp but failing.
"I want you to tell me everything," murmured Jack, pressing his lips to Ianto's temple in an attempt to make the man relax. He moved down his cheeks before brushing over his lips.
"I'm sorry..." Ianto stated, trying his hardest to not fall, to not succumb and let everything destroy his exterior.
"It won't happen again," he added, knowing deep down it was a lie.
