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Jack watched Rhys and Gwen dance. Sure, everyone else at the party was out for the count, Retcon setting to work on their brains, and, sure, Jack himself was a bit drunk, but whatever. It was Gwen's wedding. (Mostly) everyone was alive. That was good. Jack closed his eyes for a moment, smiling softly to himself as he heard the thunk of Ianto collapsing in the chair beside him, obviously exhausted.

"She really fancies you, you know."

"I know."

"But if you ever tried anything, she'd run straight home to Rhys."

"I know."

Ianto stayed silent after that, watching the newly-married lovers smile at each other, content in their moment of perfection after the horrors of the day.

Jack groaned and repositioned, leaning back against the chair. "Ianto?"

"Yes?"

"Don't ever leave me."

"Never." Ianto replied, because no matter what the Doctor did, Jack knew he would always come back to Ianto, even if it took him forever. No matter how much we worship our unattainable heroes, we always run home to our lovers.