Ianto thinks that if he could die in this moment, he'd be happy. Not that he'd be happy dying again, of course. But standing here in Jack's arms, he can sense that something has changed. He can sense that something is different between them. Maybe if he had his senses about him he could even step back and examine it all, figure out exactly how and why this kiss is so special, why it even feels like it. But he's rather busy enjoying himself in the moment, if it's all the same to anyone else. Enjoying himself and this man who he loves, who he's needed for god knows how long it had been since he'd died. The man who had needed him for perhaps longer still.

"I am," he soothes gently, his hands coming up to grip at Jack's shoulders, cup the back of his head, wrap around the back of him, and then make the circuit again, as though he can't quite figure out how he wants to hold on to him just that he does with everything that he has. "I'm right here, Jack. I'm..." He takes in a deep breath, tipping his head forward slightly so that he's less kissing than he is leaning against the other man and breathing in the same space that he is. "I'm so sorry..."