Leaving the restaurant after an excellent meal, the two men walked along the waterfront. They were silent, enjoying the sounds of the evening around them. Jack led the way over to the railing, Ianto walking by his side. They paused and leaned against it, looking out into the bay.

The light of the moon shimmered on the water. Ianto looked down at it, watching the waves change the shape of its reflection. It was late, and most people had gone for the evening, or were still enjoying themselves inside the local bars and restaurants. He liked it when it was quiet like this, the silence stretching out to just the sound of the water lapping against the pier they stood on.

Jack was lost in thought, but still aware of the man who stood at his side. After their chat earlier, they had not spoken of their feelings for one another again. But that was okay, because it had finally been said, and their evening together had been one of laughter and relaxation. He closed his eyes and listened to the sounds of the night as they stood quietly.

Ianto looked at Jack, his face in shadow from the streetlight further down the pier. It wasn't often that Jack was this quiet, and Ianto wondered what was going on in his head. Jack looked up at the night sky, almost as if he were looking for something. Sometimes it felt like Jack was off somewhere that he couldn't reach. He knew that eventually if he waited long enough that Jack would come back to him. He stayed still, not wanting to disturb Jack.

Jack reached over and covered Ianto's hand which was resting on the railing. "I love it when it's like this – the quiet, the night so clear you could swear you could see into the next galaxy if only you could look in the right direction. A night with nothing going wrong, no alarms going off. Peaceful." He leaned in so that his shoulder rested against the younger man's as they leaned on the railing. He turned his head and saw that Ianto was looking down into the water, a tiny smile on his face. "What?"

"Nothing," Ianto said, still smiling. "You are always looking up, into the stars. It's where you come from, so it's no surprise."

"And here you are, looking down at the water. What do you see when you do that?" Jack wanted to know.

"Reflections," Ianto said. "Reflection of the stars, the moon and ourselves." Jack looked down and watched the water move below them. "They ripple and distort, but they're still the same images above."

"That sounds rather poetic," Jack said with a smile. He stroked his thumb along the back of Ianto's hand. "Ianto, what do you hope for?"

Ianto was a bit startled by the question. "What do you mean?"

"Exactly that. We all have hopes and dreams. What are yours?" Jack was curious. As well as he knew this man by his side, there was so much he didn't know.

Ianto was silent while he pondered the question. What did he hope for? At one time, that question would have been easy. Now, not so much. It wasn't so much what he hoped for as what he wanted. Jack watched his profile as he waited for an answer.

"I honestly don't know, Jack. I hope that we get through each day in one piece, and that in the long run, we make a difference with what we do. As for the rest?" Ianto sighed softly. "I don't know. I know what I want, and hope has nothing to do with it."

"And what do you want, Ianto?" Jack asked. After a moment he wasn't looking at Ianto's profile anymore as the young man at his side turned to face him.

"You," Ianto said, looking Jack in the eyes, though his face was in shadow. They stared at one another before Ianto leaned in and kissed Jack. It was an odd kiss at first, a feather light touch of the lips which grew into something more as Ianto hungrily tasted Jack. Jack wrapped his arms around Ianto and held him as they kissed. Ianto pulled back slightly and stared into Jack's eyes.

"What about you? What are your hopes and dreams? What do you want?" He asked, his voice husky.