Word Count: ~1100
Spoilers: Takes place directly after Exit Wounds
Warnings: Drinking and sad things.
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood. I do not make money off of Torchwood. In fact, it seems as though Torchwood owns and makes money off of ME. This is for entertainment purposes only.
( Jack ran a hand over his face in tired exasperation, tugging at his features and pulling the skin taut over his cheekbones. )