Jack felt awful for being so rude to his Welshman, but he didn't want to discuss this whole conundrum in front of Gwen. Really he didn't want to discuss it all. Everything that he was used to screamed for him to ignore it, to just smooth things over on the surface and bury his worry. Yet here he was, walking down to the SUV, mulling over every possible way to convince Ianto that things weren't his fault. He could feel it now, sitting in the bottom of his stomach, the sense of guilt and anguish that could only belong to Ianto. It was bitter and sickening , the whole of it making the immortal sick. The technician slid into the passenger seat quickly, despite protests from Gwen.

"Jack, you were a little hard on him back there. He doesn't have control over-" The Welshwoman got into the car, her brow furrowed as she leaned forward into the center consol.

"Jack, are you ever going to tell me what the fuck is going on around here? Because everyone here seems to no something that I don't and I'm getting really fucking tired of it." The immortal sighed, starting the car and clipping on his COMM.

"Gwen, I've already filled you in on what's gone on around here." The Welshwoman let out a derisive snort.

"Obviously not. What is this about some sort of Telepathic Attack? You conveniently left that out between 'Ianto was kidnapped', and 'I'm moving in with Ianto'." The captain's nostrils flared as he tried to control himself. He had already gotten onto his lovers shit list today, he really didn't want to slide down it any farther.

"Fine, ignore me then. But you know I'll find out Jack. I'm part of this bloody team too you know." Jack went to open his mouth, but Tosh had spun around in her seat, the veracity of her movement, causing the Welshwoman to jerk back.

"You listen to me, and you listen well Gwen Williams. I am getting really tired of your bossy-know-it-all routine. Can't you just let things lay? Every time you open your mouth it seems like somebody ends up hurt. As for Jack, he didn't lie to you. There was no telepathic attack. Ianto is an Empath, ok? And before you go forming ideas in that thick skull of yours, keep this in mind. When he was 19 Torchwood London found out that he might be an Empath, so they experimented on him." Jack's grip tightened on the steering wheel. This was new to him.

"They performed an excruciatingly painful procedure called neuro-electic stimulation not once was three times, all while he was awake." The captain clenched his teeth. He had been put through that himself in the 70's, and once was enough for Torchwood to know everything about his telepathic abilities.

"Then the RETCONNED him with Reset. He doesn't remember any of it Gwen. Not one moment. That boy has been through hell, and all you do is pout or fuss when you want something." Tosh turned back in her seat, disgusted by the woman behind her.

"He can feel everything going on around him. Their pain, their sadness. He's a living conduit of emotion." Gwen swallowed, trying desperately to grasp what she was hearing.

"That still doesn't explain what happened to Jack." The immortal smiled sadly.

"Ianto and I, we have a sort of constant bond. I can always feel what he's feeling, and he me." The Welshwoman balked. "So when he got extraordinarily pissed at, I'm guessing Owen, I felt that anger like a punch to the stomach." He swallowed the bile rising in his throat. Ianto was really unsettled by Jack's earlier disposition.

"Like right now. I'm getting queasy, because he feels guilty for hurting me. It wasn't his fault. He didn't have any control over it. Yet there he sits, driving into a clearly dangerous situation, thinking that I'm pissed at him." The immortal shook his head, pulling into the safe spot were the team would wait for Ianto to report in.

"And to think, the only reason that I was curt with him was because he didn't want you to know. Because he didn't want you to think different of him, poorly." The immortal shook his head.

"It doesn't matter now. We need to focus on our work."