Ianto’s words brought a sad smile to Jack’s lips. “Yeah, I do.” Wrapping an arm around Ianto, Jack gave him a hug. There was a little resistance at first and Ianto’s gaze immediately dropped away, but after a quiet sigh he leaned into the hug. Jack kissed the top of Ianto’s head then let go when he felt Ianto straightening up.
There was a haunted look on Ianto’s face as he stared at the floor for a few seconds; then Jack watched him slip on the mask of Jones, Ianto Jones—son of a master tailor and unflappable Torchwood agent. Jack had always known Ianto wasn’t the son of a master tailor, and now most of the team did too after the incident with the 456; and though Ianto took most of the weirdness that was Torchwood in stride Jack has seen enough of the man under that mask to know that it too was a bit of a lie. But sometimes a person needed such lies to make it through the day. Hell, he should know— he’s been trying to live up to the name Captain Jack Harkness ever since he had borrowed it back when he had been running a scam during World War II. He would have been a hypocrite to call Ianto out on his lie.
Once Ianto had put a little distance between them, Jack crossed his arms to keep from reaching out to Ianto and decided to change the subject somewhat. “Got a text from the power company,” he said. “Quote, ‘We have the power…you need the power. So sad, too bad. Sucks to be you.’ Care to explain?”
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There was a haunted look on Ianto’s face as he stared at the floor for a few seconds; then Jack watched him slip on the mask of Jones, Ianto Jones—son of a master tailor and unflappable Torchwood agent. Jack had always known Ianto wasn’t the son of a master tailor, and now most of the team did too after the incident with the 456; and though Ianto took most of the weirdness that was Torchwood in stride Jack has seen enough of the man under that mask to know that it too was a bit of a lie. But sometimes a person needed such lies to make it through the day. Hell, he should know— he’s been trying to live up to the name Captain Jack Harkness ever since he had borrowed it back when he had been running a scam during World War II. He would have been a hypocrite to call Ianto out on his lie.
Once Ianto had put a little distance between them, Jack crossed his arms to keep from reaching out to Ianto and decided to change the subject somewhat. “Got a text from the power company,” he said. “Quote, ‘We have the power…you need the power. So sad, too bad. Sucks to be you.’ Care to explain?”