"How long is she gonna do this?"

Ianto glanced at Owen, wide-eyed, holding his gaze for a moment. But he had to look away, because he knew that he wanted so badly to be doing the same thing. He wanted to be the one down there in the morgue, touching Jack's face and hair and hands for what could be the last time.

He wanted to be the one whispering "Wake up, please wake up" in his ear. He wanted Jack to know that he loved him more than Gwen ever could, that he could love Jack for who he is, not for the hero Gwen idolized him to be. He wanted to be the one who Jack touched and smiled at and kissed. He wanted to be the one Jack opened his eyes to in that too-bright room. He wanted to be the first one to hear "Thank you," breathed gently from parched lips.