It was over. Lisa was gone.
He’d known for a long time, just couldn’t admit it, not even to himself. No choice now; his hopes and dreams were splintered beyond repair, his future unknown.
He looked at Jack.
“What do I do now?”
“That’s up to you. You have a month to think things over. After that, you’ll have a choice — retcon or Torchwood. A new life, or a fresh start with us.”
As Jack left the flat, Ianto sat on his couch and wondered if he had the courage to start over with people who no longer trusted him.