Sir.” Jack turned and saw Ianto, leaning against the doorway of his office. Ianto raised his arm, giving a little wave. Jack, grinning, bounded over to him. Ianto looked up at him, clearly trying to keep himself composed. It was one of the many things Jack liked about him. That cool, calm exterior, hiding the fire within. “I heard you died. Again.”

“Yeah,” Jack replied. “But then I rose. Again.” He grabbed Ianto and kissed him. “It’s good to be alive.”