Working for Torchwood meant leaving any hope of a normal life far behind. Being permanently on call left little time for a social life, and because he couldn’t tell people what he did for a living, Ianto had drifted away from his old friends. He didn’t have much in common with them these days anyway.
The same was true for his family. Rhi would invite him for Sunday dinners, Birthdays, Christmas, but even when he said yes he often had to cancel.
Sometimes he felt he was missing out on life; even so, he couldn’t regret the choices he’d made.