[for ianto || backdated to Saturday June 16]

If he could just forget Friday, it would be for the best. He was losing his mind, he was sure of it. His boyfriend was in pain, there wasn't anything he could do for it. House was adamant about refusing the Vicodin, and after they'd been in New Jersey it was obvious how much better the man functioned on it.

And then there was Rose. Why had he kissed her? How did she have such an effect on him? It hadn't had anything to do with sex, he simply couldn't be close enough...he couldn't let her go.

When the world fell apart, Jack hated admitting to his weakness, but sometimes, just soetimes, it was good to be taken care of.

Which is why he found himself at Ianto's door, knocking softly.