Stepping out of the TARDIS onto the surface of an alien planet for the first time, Ianto stared about himself in awe.
Deep blue trees and tall turquoise grasses swayed gently in a breeze that smelled of cinnamon. Yellow flowers like tiny sunbursts were everywhere, lacy insects flitting from one to another, scraps of gossamer shimmering in the light of the two suns.
“It’s so beautiful, I feel like I must be imagining it.”
Slipping his arms around Ianto from behind, Jack rested his chin on his husband’s shoulder.
“The universe is infinite. Everything you can imagine is real, somewhere.”