He's dead. You're laughing and he's dead.
They're like hamlet and Horatio except more gay somehow.
He kissed the poison from his lips and died holding him and then he woke up next a corpse that would never wake up.
How many times have they shared a bed? How many times have they fallen asleep next to each other?
But only once. Only once Ianto didn't wake up.
But Jack did. And he will. For years and years and years he will wake up again. And he'll remember him.
They knew each other for less than two years. But Jack promised. And he ment it. He'll remember Ianto in a thousand years.
Just like he remebers all those other people he's lost.
He gave up the doctor for them. He gave up the stars and the time Lord and all of it.
For a man who dies a couple of months later.
He never even got to say he loved him.
