Jack had spent most of his time on earth hopping from one warm body to the next, never getting attached, never getting involved. Love ‘em and leave ‘em, have some fun and get gone before they started expecting him to stay. That was how it had to be.
He’d stayed too long with Estelle; leaving had been almost unbearable.
For a while with Lucia, he’d almost let himself believe having a family was possible. Then it fell apart.
He’d vowed never again, but somehow this man had broken through his defences.
Ianto Jones could never be just another warm body.