Ianto kisses him hard, and wraps his arms around him and buries his face in his shoulder. "All my friends died," he mutters into Lorne's neck. "You understand how that feels? All of them. Lisa was all I had left. People I used to see plays with and go pub crawling with and dance with and see every day . . . all gone.

"I just need to hear it sometimes. Doesn't matter if it's true. Of course it's not true. But it doesn't matter."