I apologize for I can't talk properly right now. This whole thing hasn't quite settled for me (in me) yet. Sometimes I think I'm good, then I'm back at being utterly shattered. What kills me is not the scene per se, or the things that actually happened onscreen, is thinking about it, what lies behind it all, between the lines, the implications and in-betweens. What this short piece's done. That's messing me up severely right now.

That was beautiful, much like Ianto's death was beautiful.