Jack turned his head into Akihiko's shoulder and hid his face there. At Akihiko's prompting, he hesitated, but shook his head again. Ianto could see a blush across the back of Jack's neck, which definitely happened very rarely, though Ianto wasn't sure whether it was because Jack was drunk, or emotional, or what. Ianto sighed, and knelt on the ground in front of Jack and Akihiko, putting one hand on his Jack's knee and stroking another hand through his hair.

"Jack, please. Who are you worried about? Is it me? Akihiko? Is it the Doctor?" Jack shook his head. Ianto moved his hand to cup Jack's face, gently forcing his chin to make the man face him. "Let us in, Jack. We're here to help you."

Jack stared at Ianto. His hand fisted in the fabric of Akihiko's shirt. Ianto could practically watch the thought process of whether to share or not go through Jack's head through his eyes. Finally, Jack lowered his eyes, and said one simple word. "Gray."

Ianto involuntarily tensed. "Gray? What about him, Jack? It's been, well, a while since that all happened. Surely you..." Suddenly, a thought flickered to life in his mind. "...no. You didn't." There was silence from Jack. "Jack, you should have known what a horrible idea that was," he said, very carefully keeping from yelling, unaware that Akihiko probably had no idea what he was talking about.