I hate this book almost as much as I hate myself haha
The Doctor finished making the tea and went to bring the cup he had made for Jack to his room, where he heard arguing and decided to stop at the door to listen for a bit.
"I saw him walk out of your room this morning, Jack." The Doctor couldn't quite recognize the voice but it sounded a lot like Ianto's..
"It's not like that though," the second voice was undoubtably Jack's, The Doctor had heard that voice so many times he could barely get it out of his head.
"THEN WHAT IS IT" The Doctor cringed at Ianto's yelling, hoping none of the other crew members noticed.
"'IT'S NONE OF YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS, IANTO." The Doctor never really approved of Jack's use of vile words, but then again, it was a part of what made him who he was.
"YOU'RE SUCH A CHILD JACK. WHATEVER WE HAD, IS OVER." The Doctor was confused with this statement, seeing as he never really asked Jack about his social or love lives. While he was pondering, the door to Jack's room swung open and a very angry looking Ianto rushed out, pausing momentarily to give The Doctor a rude look and walked off, reaching up to rub what The Doctor assumed to be tears off his cheeks.
"Um... Jack?" The Doctor stepped inside to meet a very flustered Jack, suspenders hanging from his waist and hair astray.
"What-what? Sorry. Did you hear any of that?" Jack combed his fingers through his hair a few times in attempt to tame the mess.
"Hear what? I just made you some tea and came to apologize about The Master. He's not that bad really" The Doctor handed Jack his tea and stepped back, placing his glasses on the top of his head.
"Do you not remember that entire year that he enslaved Martha's whole family and tortured me?" Jack looked betrayed, and exhausted. The Doctor made a mental note to also make sure Jack sleeps more as well.
"I do Jack, it's just, it's hard to explain. He's the closest thing to family I'll ever have" The Doctor began fiddling with his hands, interlocking his fingers.
"Doc, we're your family now. Rose, Martha, me... hell, if you ever needed help you could even call someone at Torchwood" Jack placed the tea mug on his bedside table, without taking a sip.
"You know what I mean, Jack."
"Of course I know what you mean, don't patronize me. I know what it's like to be the only one, Doctor. I watched everyone I've ever loved die right before my eyes. I've seen people I'd do anything for, scream and run after seeing me get shot and not die. Trust me when I say I know what it's like. But you don't need him. You have us."
I am so sorry 1, I haven't updated in ages and 2, this chapter sucks but it's a bit longer so i hope that will make up for my shitty writing skills I love you all uwu
ALL OF THE CHAPTERS HAVE NOW BEEN EDITED AND I HONESTLY THINK ITS WORTH RE- READING. ITS MUCH LESS CRAPPY NOW<3
