Jack was still and cold to the touch, his face too pale while his clothes were dark red with blood. Ianto didn’t need to check for a pulse to know for sure that his lover had once again died in the line of duty.
It broke his heart whenever Jack died, and angered him when death could’ve been avoided, but that hadn’t been the case this time. Jack had sacrificed his life protecting a child, and Ianto knew he would’ve done the same, even knowing that unlike Jack, he wouldn’t come back from death.
Some things were worth dying for.