“So,” Ianto murmured, sprawled bonelessly beside Jack in their dimly lit bedroom. “Who was your first love?”
“You expect me to remember after all this time?” Jack asked, chuckling.
“Yep. You never forget your first love.”
“Who was yours?”
“Kirsty Williams, the girl next door. She could do cartwheels and I thought she was the most wonderful girl ever. I was five and she was six. You’re avoiding the question.”
“His name was Berris. He was so beautiful I followed him everywhere. Raiders took him when I was seven.”
“It’s okay. You’re right though; I’ve ever forgotten him.”