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[Ianto's borrowed the Hub's autopsy room and is currently doing a rather substandard job of stitching up a small stab wound on his arm. He's slow, and from his winces it's pretty obvious he's missing the area he's applied anaesthetic to more often than not.]

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[Ianto pauses to consider this, then shakes his head.] Not at Canary Wharf.

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[Stays silent, waiting to see if Ianto will elaborate.]

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[Which he does, after a long pause.] My girlfriend, Lisa. She was partially converted during the battle. I found her. Got her out. Everyone else just assumed she was dead.

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Converted? You mean-- [Click. Oh. Oh shit.]

[Loooong pause.] I'm sorry.

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It's fine.

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It's not, though, is it?

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But it is. It has to be.

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[Sighs and looks away.] It's never that simple.

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I have Jack.

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[Itty bitty smile.] I suppose you do.

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[Tentative smile in return.] He helped me a lot after Lisa, even though he had every reason not to.

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That's good. [Pauses.] It might not be my place to say, but I think...you both need each other.

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Well, he needs someone...

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[Just smiles a little.]