Lost Captain
He feels so alone, wandering the universe, drinking his sorrows away.
Oh, for sure, he has Alonzo. But what is he, compared to his lost love? Just a body to share the bed. Just… physical, and nothing more.
He treks through space, searching, searching. He knows his love is gone, and he knows he should move on. He is immortal and everyone else will die.
But he is not used to it yet. Maybe he never will be. Maybe he will roam the universe forever, now that Torchwood has ended.
But sometimes he wishes the 456 had killed him too.