"You know what Ianto, I really pictured you being the one that would eventually have to say this; you should've known better, y'know?"
Owen pulled the door closed behind him.
Ianto was left standing in the middle of the room, staring at the spot where Owen had stood a minute ago.
This was it.
This was really it, the end of everything.
Ianto had known all along that he and Owen wouldn't last forever, or even for very long but, as much as he had kept repeating to himself that he wasn't going to fall in love... he already had. 





For the first time in months, Ianto went out to a club.
He wasn't having a particularly good time; in fact, he wasn’t having a good time at all.
But that wasn't the point.
The music was loud enough to drown out his thoughts and what the music couldn't numb alcohol took care of. 


He ended the night pushed up against a wall outside the club, kissing a man who he didn’t know, telling himself it was good enough.

Almost…