Hey. I've just read THE WHOLE FREAKING THING, starting with A Strange Fashion of Forsaking, even though I had already read through The Most Beautiful Girl in the World. Why? I have a life, of sorts, a job to go to, etc... Yet I awoke from a sound sleep at 4 am with the *need* to finish this fic. And now that I'm finished, I really want nothing more than to go back and start it again, in the hopes of finding something new, which I know I will, and also finding a new part written, which is considerably less likely.

I really don't know how you two have managed to keep this juggernaut in motion, but it's almost perfect and makes me want to laugh and cry.

Maybe with some distance I can comment more coherently, but I didn't want to leave it too long. Right now, all I can think to write is that the back-and-forthing, together, that your Jack and Ianto are doing is just...thrilling, maybe? I don't know; suddenly my vocabulary isn't adequate.

Thanks for this.