Word count: ~ 1,500
Warnings: Smut, though it’s mild, and lots of sap/fluff/angst.
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Summary: At times when he’s feeling especially poetic, Ianto thinks that those imperfect stones might make an alarmingly perfect metaphor for his relationship with Jack.