my dearest Ianto Jones
See, I've known for over two weeks now. And what I was really, REALLY looking forward to was what has been described as two group hugs between you, Gwen, and Jack. You know, group hugs. As in you three cuddling up to each other, preferably sobbing like children and petting each others hair. It was quite a beautiful picture in my mind. And then you ruin it by standing as stiff as a brick. I am very displeased with you. Now, the only way to placate me is this: next time I see you on TV, you are going to give random bearhugs to whoever happens to walk into your line of view. Thank you.
I'm also CONVINCED that Gwen was running towards him to throw herself into his arms, and then at the very last second noticed he was going to shoot John. Everyone who speaks otherwise is a filthy lying liar who lies.