Jack ran his hand over her hair again. It was almost an unconscious gesture. A comforting gesture, maybe for both of them. He'd done it so many times in the past. "It's a time machine, Rose. I'm not suggesting you mothball her. You could still travel whenever you wanted." He cocked his head to look at her face again. "We could go together, now and then."
He had to admit, it was an enticing idea... and would he ever love to show Ianto another planet. He'd love to just show him an alien that wasn't trying to eat them, to be honest. He wanted to show him that the universe was full of wonder, and some of it was actually nice; that it wasn't all the sort of shit that washed up on Torchwood's beach. It almost hurt to think about it. There was so much conspiring against the possibility that hoping for it was actually painful.
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Date: 2009-03-08 04:08 am (UTC)He had to admit, it was an enticing idea... and would he ever love to show Ianto another planet. He'd love to just show him an alien that wasn't trying to eat them, to be honest. He wanted to show him that the universe was full of wonder, and some of it was actually nice; that it wasn't all the sort of shit that washed up on Torchwood's beach. It almost hurt to think about it. There was so much conspiring against the possibility that hoping for it was actually painful.