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Jack sat in stony silence, only a slight grimace as he watched Ianto's hands twist the tea towel tighter and tighter, his hushed tones giving way his upset.

Finally Jack asked, "And what does he want to do?"

"Right now he wants to exist. To be. I suggest we give him time to process and reflect. When he is ready he will come and talk. He might want to go over things several times, isolate things and examine them. He may never want to speak of it again. Right now my job is to be whoever and whatever he wants me to be. My only job right now is to support him and whatever action he decides upon regardless of how I personally feel." Ianto said then he looked up, "You however, are his Dad. You are expected to do whatever you feel correct for your role as our protector. Always, you have been my shelter. My strength. You want to scream and shot soothing. All I suggest is that you not infantile our child, give him the respect of an adult and move beside him, not without him."

Jack nodded and rose to go check on his son.

"One more thing Cariad" Ianto rose to face him, the gentle hand cupping his face heralding a soothing kiss, "We are Hoodlum. Walter must be the one to choose his path here. Be it legal or not. I want you to be ready to protect, I will be ready to support."

"I love you" Jack whispered, "I love our children and our boy is precious, our Walter Star. Don't worry love, I am going to keep my teeth locked together until he points out who to bite. But know something too, I don't care how old he is or what his strengths are. He is my child and I will skin someone alive before I let them harm him or his name."

"Good answer" Ianto grinned, "I'm going to call the parentals now, be ready for some fireworks. Taddy will go spare."

"And the studio?" Jack asked.

"I will wait for them to contact me. Their first question will be the most important. Will it be 'where is he?' or will it be 'Is he OK' and my response will be dependant on which one they choose, I will know their place in this."

"I want her career" Jack whispered as he kissed Ianto's forehead, "I want her charged."

"Really?" Ianto smiled gently, his soft features almost angelic, "I want her fucking head."