Reinette could sense that Jack was lost in his own thoughts and memories, proof again that the distant Ianto should never had worried about being forgotten. But perhaps it was something universal, as acceptance and understanding came. Certainly she was always aware of what she would leave behind. Reinette suspected that would only grow with passing time.

But this man, this Ianto, surely he could have seen that forgetting was not what Jack did.

She could offer him no easy answers. Reinette knew words, and she could have spun them now. About having seen the stars and everything that sits between them in the Doctor's mind. How he taught her to believe that all things were possible, and reason was something to be set aside. That if Jack was ever ready to say it in return, when he was ready he need merely say the words aloud. That the universe would find some way of ensuring the message was heard.

But even in her mind the words rang bright and false. And she respected Jack too much to say them. She would care for him, however she could. But she would not lie to him.

It was what was unsaid that resonated now. Jack's answer that was not.

"Words are not always required Jack. And it was not what I asked." Her smile offered an end to the question. "But then, words are not always required."

True in both instances.