“Do you trust me?” Jack’s eyes were wide and earnest as he asked the question.
Ianto had heard it often enough, and usually the answer was a resounding “yes”. He had trusted Jack with his mind, believing Jack over his own memories. He more than trusted Jack with this body, and there were handcuff bruises to prove it. But this, this was his soul they were talking about.
“No Jack, I don’t. Step away from my coffee machine.”