The empty rooms echoed hollowly as Jack walked slowly through Ianto’s flat, checking that nothing had been missed. Opening the kitchen cupboards one by one, every shelf was as bare as the floorboards beneath his feet. The tins and packets were gone, along with the bottles of cleaning products from under the sink, the cutlery from the drawers, the plates, mugs and pans.
Take away everything that makes a house a home and all you’re left with are walls, ceilings and floors. It’s lonely.
Time to go. They still have everything to unpack into their new, bigger, equally empty flat.