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I don't know where to go from here" Ianto said sadly and Jack felt his heart constrict in his chest.
"Can we try again?" Jack asked in a small voice to match his slim hope.
"Oh Jack." Ianto sighed.
"I love you." Jack knew his voice sounded like a whine and he was being needy but he also knew this was all or nothing. "Please don't leave me, please try and forgive me. Just a wee bit. Tell me you forgive me just a smidgeon."
"Jack, I …" Ianto sighed and let his head fall onto Jack's shoulder and Jack took him into his arms gratefully.
"I love you" Jack repeated, not knowing what else to say.
"I miss you so much," Ianto mumbled into his chest, "I miss your arms in the dark, the smell of you when I wake in the morning. God Jack, I'm so bloody angry still!"
"I know." Jack sighed, squeezing and hoping some more.
"I don't want to fall back into the same old trap!" Ianto said and Jack loosened is grip.
"Our marriage felt like a trap?"
"No. No... Shit." Ianto groaned, "No. I mean, when did I become the wife?"
"Ah, god. I had no idea how much you did for me until you weren't there ot do it anymore" Jack huffed, "I spent three days trying to work out how that bloody washing machine worked before getting it to spin out for me properly!"
Ianto snorted and snuggled more.
"Then came the toast saga!" Jack continued "Why did we have a son who needs his toast cooked to that certain colour, cut into four triangles, not squares, and only the middle of said tringle can have butter and marmalade … oh … oh … I'm sorry bloody banana cut lengthwise on uncut toast died last month. I stand corrected every morning!"
Ianto snorted again and a small giggle escaped. "That was Tosh's fault!"
"Typical!" Jack muttered, "Minx has it in for me!"
Ianto giggled again and then sighed as he enjoyed the feeling of warmth.
"Ianto?" Jack said softly.
"I still love you too!" Ianto said it begrudgingly and Jack swallowed a sob of relief.
"Not falling back into bed. Not falling back into the same patterns" Ianto demanded.
"Yes, fine ... agreed…please." Jack begged and Ianto huffed softly, his breath warm through Jack's t-shirt.
"Tuesday is Pottery, Thursday is my support group and yes, I did hear Owen telling you, and so how about Saturday nights be date night for a while?" Ianto offered an olive branch and Jack grasped it with both hands, hanging on for grim life.
"Please, I'll do anything" Jack begged.
"Saturday night then!" Ianto agreed and Jack hugged him with delight.