Jack was laughing. The very motion was a relief; it had been too long since he laughed. "Shall I help you with your glorious coat, Captain?" Alonso laughed too, unaware that the little motion of picking up his coat and draping it over Jack's shoulders has easily wiped the smile from Jack's face, tugging on his heart strings.

"I don't know why you insist on this coat, it's hardly cold." Alonso went on, in sweet cluelessness. "It's my coat. I always wear this coat." Jack deadpanned, now fiddling with a button and actively repressing memories. "Who made this anyway? They have a weird signature." Jack blinked a bit, furrowing his brow and taping his foot. "No one singed this. It was made just for me." Alonso shrugged. "There's a tag, though." Jack nearly ripped the material off his shoulders. Had someone been messing with his coat?

Alonso flipped up the collar, revealing a small white square. "See? It has a tag." Jack didn't hear him. At that moment in time, he couldn't have heard anyone. He traced the small, hidden square with his pinky, and muttered for Alonso to leave. He didn't notice when Alonso complied. His pinky made the trip for the 5th time. It followed over the hand stitched letters, to the exposed top. I. J. it read, and Jack's eyes were filled to the brim before he realized it contained a secret note.

Dear Jack, It read.

With the number of times I have mended, cleaned, and held this coat, I figured it should remember me half as much as I remember it.

Much love,

Ianto.

Jack wasn't even aware he could cry that hard.