One day, the Torchwood vaults would run out of space.
One day, Ianto himself would be in there, although he tried not to think about that.
He'd noticed the melancholy look on Jack's face that morning. He'd been confused, at first. But, noticing the date, he'd understood.
Jack got the special coffee that day, and biscuits, and Ianto'dkept Gwen's prying and contradictory nature out of his office. He'd made sure that Estelle's favorite flowers had been delivered to her grave and that Jack didn't sink too far into his self-flagellation.
One day, the Torchwood vaults would run out of space, and Jack would not be able to live a day without remembering a person's death.
Ianto made sure to kiss Jack goodnight firmly before going to bed, reminding him that he wasn't gone yet.
