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were_lemurTorchwood, Ianto/Jack, all ages, not mine. Ianto watches Jack sleep.
Ianto watched Jack sleep. He wanted to brush his hair back from his forehead, but he knew that if he tried that, Jack would wake.
He didn't want to think about the life that would make a man sleep so lightly, even down here where he was supposed to be safe. Especially when that man was an immortal.
And maybe, Ianto thought, that was the problem. Though Jack couldn't die, he'd had centuries to learn that his friends weren't immortal, that death would catch up to them, no matter what he did, and they would only have one lifetime together.
Ianto watched Jack sleep. He wanted to brush his hair back from his forehead, but he knew that if he tried that, Jack would wake.
He didn't want to think about the life that would make a man sleep so lightly, even down here where he was supposed to be safe. Especially when that man was an immortal.
And maybe, Ianto thought, that was the problem. Though Jack couldn't die, he'd had centuries to learn that his friends weren't immortal, that death would catch up to them, no matter what he did, and they would only have one lifetime together.
