One hundred and fifty, a number which represented itself in different ways from items in the archives to the number written upon a piece of paper Jack had slipped into Ianto’s pocket.
“What’s this for?” Ianto asked while Jack wrapped his arms around him.
“Nothing, it’s just a number,” Jack replied with a smile.
“Then why...”
Jack put a finger to his
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