Ianto hated the tone of voice that Sulu had adopted, the fear a million times worse than the anger had been just a second ago. "I tried to fix things," he said, miserably, shutting his eyes. "I tried to get better, I really did. I did everything that John said I should. I rested all day, I haven't left the flat since I came home... I've cut my caffeine intake, I've been taking those baths, and... Nothing's been working. Nothing's working, and John isn't finding anything, and I..."

Ianto sat forward, pulling his knees up to his chest to rest his head on, wrapping his arms around his legs to hold himself there. "I'm sorry," he said, softly, quietly. He just felt so... Empty. Now that the pretending was gone, it was like someone had cut his strings, and it...wasn't a good feeling, to feel like he'd just lost his last hope. "I'm sorry," he repeated. "I didn't want... I don't want..." Tears sprang to his eyes, and Ianto was surprised that he could even still muster them, frankly. "I don't want to go anywhere. I don't want to go back there. I just... I didn't know what to do..."