Ianto sat huddled on his sofa, still dressed in the same blood-smeared clothes he’d been wearing at the Hub when it had happened. The blood was dry now, it would be hell getting it out of the fabric, but that didn’t matter since he intended to have what he was wearing thrown in the Hub’s incinerator and burned. Surely Jack would allow that, wouldn’t he?
Jack, and the rest of the team; he’d betrayed them all. Ianto closed his eyes, feeling a tide of remorse flood through him. Would they ever be able to forgive him for everything he’d done?