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[needmetodoanyattacking]

[Phone, text, email, Morse code, smoke signals for Ianto Jones]

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[needmetodoanyattacking]

[Those same words ring in Ianto’s memory as he tries to catch his breath around the crushing desire to drag Jack in again despite being just as dizzy from that lack or air. Words spoken with that last echo of anger still edging his loneliness and the desire he hadn’t even realized was growing in him. Too angry to let himself have more, too despondent to think it mattered…

Now he has Jack in his bed, sharing his home—another wonderful, beautiful man sharing his heart with both of them that he never would have met if not for Jack. Jack, who has been ready to kill for him, Jack who suffered two thousand years under Cardiff and wrapped him up in his arms when he awoke…Jack who has forgiven him even the blackest sins.

Ianto smiles softly, gently tangling both his hands in Jack’s hair.]

Yes, well—if you’d like the words, I’m officially saying something about a relationship.

[The smile melts into a grin as he pulls Jack in to kiss him again, breathing the rest against his mouth.]

You’re in one, mate—and you’ll have to die, permanently, to get out of it.