93.3 oncoming_storms
Keeping secrets had always been easy. At least for him. Ianto knew the same couldn't have been said for some people, and it wasn't until he met Jack he ever thought he'd met someone who kept them better than him. To begin with that had made things simpler. Ianto hadn't had to feel quite so guilty about his own secrets, when he was certain his leader had more than a few of his own.
He knew Jack's secrets weren't any of his business, but that was the point. Ianto's secrets weren't Jack's business either. They weren't Torchwood's business, or so he always told himself. Of course, after Lisa's discovery he was forced to admit that some of them were Torchwood business, but he still kept others. None as big as Lisa.
At first he kept them out of spite, but that didn't last long. He kept them out of loneliness after that, because there was no one else to tell. There were opportunities, but it never seemed right. Not then. By the time he felt as though he could, he just wasn't sure how. He'd kept secrets most of his life, why would he start sharing them now?
There were times when he'd wanted to, and times when he had. But overall Ianto had kept his history to himself, and for every secret, there was a lie as well. He'd expected to feel guilty, but he never did. Not often. He tended not to think about it, and felt he was better off that way.
The times he did have to think about his secrets, he didn't feel as bad as he'd have thought. Sometimes people were better off not knowing the truth, and Ianto was a firm believer that, in his case, that was true.
Everyone has their secrets, and in the end Ianto found for all the things he did regret, his secrets weren't among them.
Muse: Ianto Jones
Word Count: 330
Prompt: Secret