Cardiff, 2009

Under the white sheets, in Jack's arms. The only place where everything made sense. There was no confusion, no pain, no fear. Not there. Not any more.

The feeling of Jack's weight on top of him. Looking into his eyes, losing himself in them.

"Look at me," Jack whispered when Ianto closed his eyes. "Look at me."

A song was filling the air as their bodies moved together. Pale Blue Eyes.

"I love you, Ianto." Not much more than a whisper. As if he was scared that he could break something.

The moment the words were spoken, he looked away, scared, vulnerable, open.

It wasn't easy for him to love someone. It was even harder to say it out loud.

Ianto knew all that. He knew how much work Jack had to do to open up to him, slowly, day after day. He knew how much those words meant for him. For them.

He touched Jack's face. He wanted him to know it was ok. Everything was going to be ok. "Look at me, Jack."

Eyes locked again.

A second that changed everything between them.

"I love you too."

There was nothing more to say. Ianto just kissed him, love flowing like electricity between them.

The song kept playing, now forever intertwined with the memory of that moment. It was a song of heartbreak and impossible love, but Ianto never believed in bad signs.