
I've been thinking about what Martha said last night, about Lorne and I talking all night long.
Here's the thing for me: I've dated people I've not particularly liked. It happens now and again, that the attraction is stronger than the affection, but it never lasts long.
I like Lorne. I like being his big damn geek. I like that we have our own jokes and favorite subjects. I like that we're . . . intimate. Such a cheesy word for such a lovely thing.
So if he's so perfect, Ifan, why can't you leave Torchwood--no, don't sugarcoat it, why can't you leave Jack and go be with him?
. . . because I'd die.
No, I wouldn't die, I'd just feel that way.
God.