Oh God, there I go again!
What would Jack say?
I'm getting too involved, too emotional, too human.
But then again, if I'm not human then what am I? — like her, Lisa, a machine with no feelings.
I know Jack has feelings, I'm damn well certain of it, except he's too damned hardnosed to admit it.
There he is again, sulking in his room like some surly teenager and Ianto, poor love, is trying to fade away into the background, to stay under the radar. He looks like a whipped dog and I know who's doing the whipping.
Not that Jack's done anything physical — at least not that I've noticed!
It's the silences, the reproachful looks.
I know Jack's been hurt — not only physically, I mean he nearly died when he was electrocuted or whatever that creature did to him, but I think it hurt him more to find out that Ianto had been hiding something from him.
That's the pot calling the kettle black!
What do we really know about Captain Jack Harkness I ask you?