"I already beat those odds. I should of died two and a half years ago, I didn't," Ianto says, he knows it had to do with Jack's kiss but somehow he ended up in a UNIT storage facility in New York City. It was an unpleasant experience either way. "I'm getting better." Ianto protests, he's beginning to slowly allow more people get close to him again.

He smiles at that. "I've got more reason to be careful then. I'd hate to see you without a parent again." The words have plenty of sincerity behind them. "You deserve what ever other kid here has."