Growing up, everyone kept telling Ianto he’d been blessed with a good memory and that he should be grateful. They never seemed to understand that he had no choice but to remember, and no control over what he remembered either.
While other people could block out unpleasant memories, forget the worst moments of their lives, he couldn’t. Everything was indelibly printed on his memory in excruciating detail and the worse the memory, the more clearly he remembered.
He took to filling his head with useless trivia in an effort to block unwanted memories, but nothing worked.
Until he met Jack.