"It's not about wanting, Ianto. You don't understand." Of course not, how could he? "Sure, I can do that. Make someone punch themselves in the face for a laugh. Make someone smile at me. Get Sam to not be tense for just one bloody minute, that miserable sod." What a stubborn bastard. Whatever.

"But they didn't have enough with that. They enhanced it, didn't they? It's my intent. It's all around me. I can't stop it. I can't control that. That's what Sam says, that I'm not a person. Just a mess he wants to clean up. Just a monster he wants to slay, because he's a hero."

He swirled around in his seat and looked at Ianto. "I love him. I really, truly love him. You believe me, right? Tell me."