Jack put an arm around him, his hand petting his hair gently. He glanced over, brows furrowed and his lips turned up in a lopsided grin. “Does it make you feel better that you spent a good chunk of that time with me.”
“But what about the time I didn’t spend with you?” Without realising, Ianto shifted closer, sliding an arm around Jack’s stomach. “What if I did something?” He turned his head so that he could look up at Jack, a worried look in his powder blue eyes.
looked back up into Jack’s eyes, maintaining contact for a moment, before nodding a little. “…Okay, Jack.” He let his...
looked… “Look...Ianto, you did /not/ kill anyone. You trust me, right?
