Jack took stock of himself. In one piece, right; the Doctor was there, good; in a cave on Gallifrey, yep; just been shot with an arrow by a robot and killed by the Doctor. All memories present and correct.
"Thank you," he said on a long breath out, still trying to gather himself completely. "Thank you."
As much as dying was something normal for Jack, that didn't mean it was something pleasant, and though he made the best attempts to brush it off, it was more than nice to have someone there when it happened, if only for a moment.
Ianto had become that person before; he'd learned by getting to know a different part of Jack, that the hurt wasn't always just physical, and things like a hug (or a kiss in more private times) had become ritual to Jack's recovery. He'd got used to that to the point where it was unremarkable. To the point where he hadn't realised how much it meant to him.
With a nod Jack turned his body intn the Doctor's and wrapped an arm around him, pulling him into a quick and tight hug. A thanks that went further than words. Before he pulled back completely he pressed a small kiss to the Doctor's lips. He didn't care right now if that wasn't quite right or not, he wanted it, and that was enough.
Pulling back he looked at the Doctor, one hand on his shoulder, and he considered him before shaking his head. "You can't talk, can you?" he asked, finally.
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"Thank you," he said on a long breath out, still trying to gather himself completely. "Thank you."
As much as dying was something normal for Jack, that didn't mean it was something pleasant, and though he made the best attempts to brush it off, it was more than nice to have someone there when it happened, if only for a moment.
Ianto had become that person before; he'd learned by getting to know a different part of Jack, that the hurt wasn't always just physical, and things like a hug (or a kiss in more private times) had become ritual to Jack's recovery. He'd got used to that to the point where it was unremarkable. To the point where he hadn't realised how much it meant to him.
With a nod Jack turned his body intn the Doctor's and wrapped an arm around him, pulling him into a quick and tight hug. A thanks that went further than words. Before he pulled back completely he pressed a small kiss to the Doctor's lips. He didn't care right now if that wasn't quite right or not, he wanted it, and that was enough.
Pulling back he looked at the Doctor, one hand on his shoulder, and he considered him before shaking his head. "You can't talk, can you?" he asked, finally.