[Some of that cold knot in Ianto’s chest melts a little as Jack clarifies…well, as best as anyone can when discussing something painful and otherwise strange to someone like Ianto.
He shifts his grip on Jack’s hand a little, sliding their joined fingers to rest over his diaphragm rather than his belly, leans into Jack a little more as he turns his head into the flutter of Ianto’s breath across his cheek.]
A family’s not all in the genes, y’know—look at Channing. I know you do, gripe all you want but you’re fond of her. I can’t imagine making that choice myself, and whether or not you’ve got the same notions about having children now is moot: letting one go, medically or otherwise, is hard and you’ll not convince me of anything to the contrary.
[Ianto hesitates, because that much is unclear to him. If Jack made the choice he can live with, if he has regrets…if he’s longing for something or afraid Ianto wants something he’d rather avoid.
He’s not sure what to say to make himself understood—that Ianto is greedy for any part of Jack and John he can get. Any, all, every scrap.
Finally, he reaches for Jack’s chin and turns his head so Ianto can kiss him, soft and chaste.]
I stand by what I said…but you should also know that I’m happy. I’m…I never imagined I could have something like this, someone like you. And I’m here until the end, Jack. Anything more is always welcome, but the only thing that will ever cause me a sleepless night is less than this. Right here, right now—a life without you. As is, no changes.
[He smiles, stealing another kiss.]
Including the socks you can never remember to toss in the hamper.
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Date: 2023-11-27 12:09 am (UTC)He shifts his grip on Jack’s hand a little, sliding their joined fingers to rest over his diaphragm rather than his belly, leans into Jack a little more as he turns his head into the flutter of Ianto’s breath across his cheek.]
A family’s not all in the genes, y’know—look at Channing. I know you do, gripe all you want but you’re fond of her. I can’t imagine making that choice myself, and whether or not you’ve got the same notions about having children now is moot: letting one go, medically or otherwise, is hard and you’ll not convince me of anything to the contrary.
[Ianto hesitates, because that much is unclear to him. If Jack made the choice he can live with, if he has regrets…if he’s longing for something or afraid Ianto wants something he’d rather avoid.
He’s not sure what to say to make himself understood—that Ianto is greedy for any part of Jack and John he can get. Any, all, every scrap.
Finally, he reaches for Jack’s chin and turns his head so Ianto can kiss him, soft and chaste.]
I stand by what I said…but you should also know that I’m happy. I’m…I never imagined I could have something like this, someone like you. And I’m here until the end, Jack. Anything more is always welcome, but the only thing that will ever cause me a sleepless night is less than this. Right here, right now—a life without you. As is, no changes.
[He smiles, stealing another kiss.]
Including the socks you can never remember to toss in the hamper.