"First time I ever had his coffee was down here," Jack said nostalgically as they walked down the boardwalk. "He sure knew how to catch a guy's attention," he grinned.

Rhiannon cleared her throat and looked out over the bay. "The last few years… I'm not sure I knew him at all, either. We didn't talk much, he always said he was busy with work. How busy can civil service be? But then all that stuff about the government going after him… and you. It was like I didn't even know my brother anymore. I suppose you lot knew who he was then, and I knew who he used to be. I guess I wasn't really surprised, he was always quiet and a bit different, you know. But when he went to work after uni, he started talking about this girl he was seeing, whenever I'd ring him. He sounded so in love… I can't believe he made that all up. Oh… maybe I shouldn't talk about that…."

"No, it's ok. I never met Lisa, but I know how much Ianto loved her. And how much it hurt him to lose her."

"But then you came along…."

"Yeah, kinda."

"He said it wasn't men, it was just you. And not that it's a problem, mind you, really it isn't. But I guess I just don't quite understand how that can happen. They say now it's something you're just born with, don't they? Or does it just… change about? I'd think it would be easier to just know, one way or the other."

"Well, I think it's a little more involved than 'one way or the other.' There's all sorts of sexualities, it's not quite a matter of black-and-white."

"What… you mean… bisexual? Our Ianto? God… he was always so quiet!"

Jack couldn't help laughing. "Yep, quiet. Of course, I'm just the opposite – loud and… well, I prefer the term omnisexual."

"What does that mean?" Rhiannon asked, sounding a bit disconcerted.

Jack shrugged. "Just that a binary gender system isn't always quite accurate, and I'm not a big fan of limitations… whereas Yan… well, I think clear definitions are comforting to him." Jack gestured to a bench up ahead where he and Ianto had enjoyed quite a few afternoon coffees on warm days and more than a few mornings. "Rhiannon, you mentioned something about Ianto's work. I thought I might be able to clear that up."

"Oh. Alright." She obviously thought Jack just wanted to drop the subject of sex. "You were his boss, then?"

"Yeah, technically," Jack grinned. "Office romance, guess you could call it."

"That was after he moved back from London. Did you work for the council, then, or…."

"Special ops. Actually, have you ever heard of Torchwood?"

Rhiannon shrugged. "Something to do with weird environment whatnot, isn't it?"

"Usually," Jack chuckled. Clearly, they'd really overdone that old 'atmospheric gasses' chestnut if people had them automatically associated with it. Still, it worked. "We were Torchwood. We were kinda the… well, the tourist office-stroke-law enforcement for people and creatures and things that visited this planet from the rest of the universe." Jack paused for a while to see how Rhiannon reacted to that.

After a few moments she nodded. "That's why he said you lot could do something to help the kids."

"Yeah. Of course, that went to shit because the government got there first… but, that's all over now. Anyway, that's what Ianto did. Rounded up aliens, with me. As well as a hell of a lot of other stuff. Archives, mostly, but cover stories – those 'weird environmental whatnots' were usually his work – clean-up ops, all while making us all comfortable and well-caffeinated. He was damn good at it. The best."

"Did he like his work?" Rhiannon asked.

"For the most part," Jack said. "Except when some alien ruined one of his suits. Not that he minded the shopping for new ones. It was tough though, for all of us. You had to be a certain kind of person to do that job. Yan was. Consummate professional. Let him keep a healthy distance."

"That's good, then. I still don't understand why the bloody government were after him, though. Didn't they want rid of that alien? No. No, wait. I don't want to talk about that. I just want to talk about Ianto."

Jack put a hand on her shoulder. "I understand. It's ok. Look, Rhiannon. I mentioned there was something important I wanted to talk about. And there is… if you're ready to hear this. It's probably going to come as a bit of a shock."

Rhiannon just looked at him. "I'm sat here talking to my dead brother's boyfriend months after soldiers tried to send my children to aliens. Mr. Harkness, I don't think I'm capable of being shocked anymore."

"He's not dead, Rhiannon," Jack said, figuring she might appreciate directness as much as Ianto did.

"You what?"

"Ianto. He's not dead. He's alright. Really alright, actually."

Rhiannon's face went stony. "I was at his funeral. I buried him."

"Closed casket cremation. I know I wasn't there, but… standard procedure. Torchwood employees are cryonically frozen at death, there's never an actual body at their funerals. And, no, I wouldn't be here telling you that if he was dead. I wouldn't take that away from you, or anyone."

"Then why was I told he was gone? Why was there a funeral for someone who wasn't dead? Did he have to 'disappear' or something?"

Jack shook his head. "The purpose of cryonics is that we can bring someone back if we need to. Sometimes we've had to. Most people have heard of Walt Disney being cryonically frozen until a cure for cancer could be found. That's half true, but anyway… that's what we did. And I got the cure for the virus that killed him."

"You're telling me my brother died and you brought him back to life?"

Jack nodded, wishing he'd actually paid attention when Gwen calmed people down. It was never one of his better skills.

"I believe you about his… sexuality. I believe you about the aliens. I mean, how can I not? But… but this…." She shook her head. "Why would you say that?"

"Because it's true. I had help from two incredible doctors, and we got him back. We've been settling in together and… he wanted to talk to you again. I told him I'd talk with you first so it didn't freak you out too much, hearing from him again suddenly."

"You're barking," she said, still shaking her head and looking as if she was getting upset.

Jack casually slipped his phone out of his pocket and speed-dialled Ianto. "Hey, sweetheart… can you come on down? We're by the tourist office," he said, keeping his tone relaxed and calm.

"Who'd you ring just there? Whatever you're trying, I hope you know I'm not going without a fight. Is that what this is? You think I know where he's hiding or something? Don't think I've forgotten having my home broken into by soldiers or them ripping children out of our arms! You're obviously military, even without the riot gear."

"Rhi… please don't knee him in the balls. Not that I'd blame you, but he's a misery to be around when he's having a whinge," said the man walking up behind Jack.