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Struggling with my thoughts
Change the locks inside my head
Reading between the lines
Of what you say, and what you said
Ianto walked back to his flat, his troubled thoughts making it dangerous and hard to drive home. He couldn't believe what he had heard just half an hour before.
It was raining down heavy but Ianto didn't care. He knew he should but he could barely notice the rain pounding down on him. He was just trying to make sense of what he had heard and how he felt.
The conversation flashed back to the front of his mind.
"Jack, what are we doing? Does this mean anything or am I just someone to pass the time with until I die?"
"Ianto, I have to tell you something."
"Oh, well I'll go then, we can end this right now."
"Ianto, please, I don't want you to go."
"Jack, it's okay. I understand. I'll die someday so you can't commit."
"Ianto, I … I love you."
"What?"
"I love you."
"Honestly?"
"Yes, I'm sorry I haven't told you before."
"I have to go, Jack. I'm sorry, this is all too much."
"But Ianto."
"I'll see ya later, Jack."
"Okay bye."
Ianto did seem a bit abrupt with Jack but it was all too much for him to take in. He thought about turning around and going back to the Hub, to Jack.
He decided against it and that he would just go in early tomorrow instead and talk to him. Gwen wouldn't get in until late so he would be able to talk to him undisturbed.
A part of him was glad that Jack had finally admitted it but he hoped he hadn't said the same to Gwen.
For now he would just push it to the back of his mind and chill out for the night.