“You didn’t, though. Look.” Jack whispered, then dug for his phone in his coat. He knitted his brows, doing a quick search on the Torchwood software, then showed the results, or lack of them, to Ianto. “See, no warrants out for the arrest of one Ianto Jones.”
Ianto looked down at the phone and scanned the info quickly, but he didn’t seem convinced. “…Just because there’s no one looking for me, doesn’t mean I haven’t done something. It’s been five hours. If there’s a body, they might not have found it yet…” He was pretty sure he would never kill anyone but he couldn’t say the same when he didn’t have the influence of his soul and conscience.
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?
