Jack sat behind his desk and reached down to the bottom drawer, unlocking it and pulling it open to get the tin out of it. Ianto was in the main Hub still, locking the gun away in the armoury again and updating the Retcon log with the amount they'd had to use on Gwen and Rhys's family. He sighed and opened the tin to sort through the pictures, and found the one he was looking for.

"Jack?" Ianto called up. "Are you ready?"

He put the papers back into the tin and locked it again, turning to look over his shoulder at the figure in the darkened doorway. "Yeah, have you finished down there?"

"Yep," he popped the p, as always, and Jack tried to hide a smile. "All done."

"I'm sorry; I meant to come down and help you," he apologised. He stood up and reached out for his coat, but Ianto beat him to it and held it out for him. "You do too much for me."

"I know. Are you feeling better now?" Ianto's hands were resting on his shoulders, radiating heat through the heavy wool.

Jack turned, dislodging his hands, and smiled. "I'm getting there. I've got something to show you."

"Back to my place, then?"

"Yeah," Jack studied him and cupped his cheek gently, stepping closer to see him better in the dim light. "I'll drive, and I'll show you in the morning. You look exhausted."

"I'm fine," Ianto insisted.

"And you'll be even better if you get a good night's sleep and let me take care of you, alright?" he pressed his lips to Ianto's to forestall any arguments and then pulled away to pick up the tin. "Coming?"

"Well, it is my flat," Ianto pointed out with vague amusement.

In the morning, Ianto stretched out in the otherwise empty bed and tried to force his eyes open. The room was dark, and he could hear rain spattering against the window, but the clock was covered by something – probably Jack's underpants.

Slowly, he tucked his knees up to his chest and wrapped one arm around them, curling the other under his head and closing his eyes again. The duvet was thick and warm, and he had absolutely no desire to leave its security.

Somewhere, Jack chuckled, and the bed dipped soon after, duvet lifting to let Jack slip underneath. Ianto grunted his displeasure, but rolled over and let Jack gather him close =, arms wrapped tight around him. "Morning, Jack," he muttered, sliding his hand up to Jack's shoulder. "Can I stay here?"

Jack laughed and rubbed at Ianto's back. "Not all day, but you can for now. Go back to sleep."

"Don't want to sleep," he insisted. "Just don't want to move. What time is it?"

"Nine, about."

"Nine?" he tensed up and pushed himself back. "We should be at work..."

Jack was laughing, and pulled him back in against his chest. "Says who? The boss? Boss says that we finished very late last night and that you and Tosh needed your sleep, and that you don't need to be in until this afternoon, unless something comes up. And it hasn't come up."

Ianto sighed and relaxed fully. "I knew there were advantages to shagging the boss."

"What, besides the boss?" Jack teased, rubbing his back and kissing the top of his head. "You happy to stay down there?"

"Hmm, very," he agreed, wrapping lazy arms around Jack in return. They lay there in silence for a while, until Ianto found the inclination to move again. When he did, he pulled back enough to look up at Jack. "What was it you wanted to show me?"

Jack reached for the cupboard in his bedside cabinet, pulling out the box that Ianto had seen him with the night before. "This is my box of... things, of memories," he explained, sitting up against the headrest. Ianto followed him and sat next to him, letting the duvet pool around his hips and folding his hands on top of them. "Photos and papers that I need to remember."

"You should preserve them better," Ianto suggested, reaching out to touch the fragile papers. "There's something in the archive that you could use to store them better."

Tipping his chin up with one finger, Jack leant in to kiss Ianto again and smiled. "I want to put a photo of us in here. Professionally done, I mean."

"Do you keep everyone you sleep with?" Ianto asked, accepting the pile from Jack and starting to sort through them.

"No," Jack told him quietly. "Just the special ones."

Ianto looked up at him again and smiled. "I'll be in good company, then. Who's this?"

Jack took the photo from him and smiled sadly. "Sarah, my wife. Late wife. Very late wife. We were married in nineteen thirteen, before I got shipped off to war. And we had..." he took the pile from Ianto again and shuffled through it until he found a photo of two small children, a young girl with a baby of indeterminate gender on her lap. "Catherine and Joseph. Catherine was a little over three years older." He swallowed hard and Ianto took the photo out of his shaking hand, squeezing his hand gently. "Died within a day of each other, and Sarah."

"Oh Jack..." Ianto wrapped his arm around Jack's shoulders and squeezed. "Spanish flu?"

"Yeah. It was a terrifying time," he swallowed again and shook the weight away. Time had blunted the pain. "That's Tommy, my second world war airman," he chuckled. "Just my co-pilot, but we were close. And that's Estelle in her younger days. Wendy, who I lived with at the start of the sixties, and this is Lucia and Melissa," he showed Ianto a photo of an attractive young woman with Mediterranean colouring with a young girl on her hip, and Jack's arms wrapped around both of them, all three of them laughing. It was hidden inside a folded copy of the Melissa's birth certificate. "Now called Alice; she doesn't speak to me."

"Why not?"

He shrugged. "Lucia and I split up, she didn't want to grow old in front of me, and I couldn't give her any more children. Increased levels of oestrogen in the water supply in the early seventies wrecked my reproductive system. It thinks I'm pregnant."

"So that's why you eat so much," Ianto said without thinking.

Jack laughed and kissed him. "Yes, that is why I eat so much. And why I have weird cravings sometimes." He shrugged again. "She was Italian, wanted a big family to please her mama. Didn't get her big family, but she tried." He turned quiet again. "So when you leave... I'll understand."

Ianto swallowed and took Jack's hand again. "You know... you know it's most likely to be 'til death us do part', don't you?"

Their fingers laced together and Jack looked up at him from their joined hands. "I shouldn't find that reassuring. But it's the nicest thing anyone's said to me in a very long time."