Akihiko stared at Ianto in horror. He could understand Jack's pain, completely. And the thought that Jack lived in such guilt and pain over it twisted his stomach into knots.

He lowered his head, wrapping his arms around himself and gripping his own upper arms in his gloved hands. If his sister hated him for his own failure, if she had endured horrible torture that drove her insane and made her murder two of his friends... he would probably be drinking, too. He couldn't blame Jack for wanting to keep Gray near, wanting to make him forgive him.

"We have to do something," he said softly. "For Jack, and for Gray, too."