They forget that people might fall in love with them the way they are.

Ianto takes in a deep breath and lets it out slowly. Oh, he knows very well how 'men like Colonel Sheppard' can be. For better or worse, Ianto Jones definitely has a type, and the more time he spends around them, the more apt he becomes at dealing with them.

She's right, though. About the love part. He's not certain whether she means to be or not, but he does love him. John. That's why it bothers him so much that he's obviously hurt him by admitting his affection for Jack is still there.

All I wanted was us to be happy.

"I think --" he begins, cutting himself off abruptly before he continues on tentatively. "I think that part of the trouble is that he went into this thinking I would leave him in the first place. And just when I'd managed to convince him otherwise..." He flicks her a humorless smile, before plucking up another blade of grass, twisting it around his finger before tossing it away again. "I'll be back to square one on that front, now. Serves me right, I suppose."