Jack loved Ianto. Yes. Jack loved Ianto. He knew that, really. He hoped Ianto knew that too. It felt painful to think he suspected he didn't. He never wore his emotion on his sleeve, and he never told people what he thought.
Perhaps he should have.
He took a deep breath then and reached his hand forward, covering one of the photographs.
"It doesn't matter," he said, glancing down. "Gone now. All gone. Nothing lasts, stupid to ever think it would."
Another breath and he shook his head, reached his hand up to pinch his brow.
"Breakfast," he said. "I think, yeah? You want breakfast, because I'm starving."
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Date: 2010-04-09 03:15 am (UTC)Perhaps he should have.
He took a deep breath then and reached his hand forward, covering one of the photographs.
"It doesn't matter," he said, glancing down. "Gone now. All gone. Nothing lasts, stupid to ever think it would."
Another breath and he shook his head, reached his hand up to pinch his brow.
"Breakfast," he said. "I think, yeah? You want breakfast, because I'm starving."