"Charlotte, I just want to warn you. I've never seen Ianto like this." Jack stopped me before we got to Ianto's door. I nodded quietly and knocked lightly on the door. It was silent for a moment.
"It's unlocked." A weak voice spoke from the other side of the door. I looked at Jack, worried. He nodded and I pushed open the door.
The apartment looked the same as it always did, but it was a mess. I let Jack walk in ahead of me, but I followed closely behind him.
"Ianto?" Jack knocked on his bedroom door.
"Jack, I told you before. I quit." Ianto sounded tired. I bit the inside of my cheek. Ianto loved his job, why would he quit? Jack looked back at me and motioned for me to speak. I stared at him with wide eyes and shook my head.
"Ianto, this isn't about your job. I, uh, I have a surprise for you." Jack knocked again. I heard the bed springs move and soft footsteps. I hid behind Jack when the door opened slowly, scared to see Ianto in such a vulnerable state.
"Jack, I don't want anything. I just want her back. Everyone I ever get close to, I ever fall in love with, dies. I don't want your surprise." Ianto didn't notice me hiding behind Jack, but it was rather dark.
"Ianto...that's not true." Jack reached out to comfort Ianto, but Ianto pulled away. "Ianto..." Jack moved out of the way to show me, my head hung. I looked up slowly, my eyes filled with tears. Ianto was staring at me, emotionless. His face looked pale and he had dark shadows under his eyes.
"I-Ianto..." My voice hitched. I just stared at him. Ianto reached out and ran a warm hand across my face to wipe away a tear.
"Shh...let me have this moment." He stared at me. I nodded, my cheeks burning with tears. Ianto just stared at me.
"I'm going to leave you two." Jack cleared his throat and let himself out. Ianto didn't even look at him, he just kept his gaze on me. I could feel my stomach feeling warm and bubbly all over again. Ianto's eyes lightened and I felt his arms wrap around my waist.
"I'm never letting you go. Ever again." He leaned down and kissed me, the way he was going to kiss me every morning, six years into the future. The kiss that told me that he loved me.