Word count: 285
Spoilers: None, set pre-Reset
Genre: Slight angst, introspection, Stand-alone
Disclaimer: Torchwood and its characters belong to Russell T. Davies and the BBC. I just took them out of the toybox for a bit.
Summary: The words they’ll never say, and why they’re never needed. Ianto’s musings on love and immortality.
Notes: Thanks to my lovely amazonx for the beta. Title and inspiration from John Barrowman's cover of "You Don't Have to Say You Love Me" off of his album Music, Music, Music. Not so much songfic as song-inspired fic. Set sometime before The Dead Line, and somewhat reminiscent of it.
(You Don’t Have to Say You Love Me)