He could admit that when he slept that nightmares often came with it or dreams of other times when he was happy. It wasn't in Jack to admit that waking up from the latter was worse than dying. Better to laugh and say too much was waiting for him even after all these years than that.
"Good."
That is all he plans to say on that. Jack is still learning where the emotional landmines are scattered in the field that is Harry, but that one is a blazing flag that he usually respects. A quiet laugh is buried against Harry's shoulder as he leans down to kiss the skin there. His fingers continue the exploring, a slide against his temple down to the line of his jaw. Drawing back up, Jack grins at him in the low light.
"Torchwood, or more correctly, the Torchwood Institute, was created by Queen Victoria to monitor alien threats. We are," he pauses there, giving a small chuckle, "above the government and beyond the police. I guess in a way, you could say I am Torchwood since only Torchwood Three really exist after Canary Wharf and other... incidents."
He gazes down into Harry's face, watching to see how all this is being taken. As soon as 'aliens' are mentioned most shut off or think him mad.
"A lot of what we do is take alien technology, reverse engineer it and use it to further or re-establish the British Empire. Anytime you see something 'secret' military groups or MI6 using outlandish equipment, chances are that it's something we made or helped with. We basically defend the Earth from what's out there and what's here too. People sometimes find bits of tech that they misused, possesses them or any number of bad things. There are times when humans are the enemy. We take whatever is thrown at us."
Jack's eyes dip down and back up to Harry's, a sign he's not being completely honest but actively lying either. There's simply too much about Torchwood to condense it down.
"No one in Torchwood lives long enough to collect a pension is the running joke."
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"Good."
That is all he plans to say on that. Jack is still learning where the emotional landmines are scattered in the field that is Harry, but that one is a blazing flag that he usually respects. A quiet laugh is buried against Harry's shoulder as he leans down to kiss the skin there. His fingers continue the exploring, a slide against his temple down to the line of his jaw. Drawing back up, Jack grins at him in the low light.
"Torchwood, or more correctly, the Torchwood Institute, was created by Queen Victoria to monitor alien threats. We are," he pauses there, giving a small chuckle, "above the government and beyond the police. I guess in a way, you could say I am Torchwood since only Torchwood Three really exist after Canary Wharf and other... incidents."
He gazes down into Harry's face, watching to see how all this is being taken. As soon as 'aliens' are mentioned most shut off or think him mad.
"A lot of what we do is take alien technology, reverse engineer it and use it to further or re-establish the British Empire. Anytime you see something 'secret' military groups or MI6 using outlandish equipment, chances are that it's something we made or helped with. We basically defend the Earth from what's out there and what's here too. People sometimes find bits of tech that they misused, possesses them or any number of bad things. There are times when humans are the enemy. We take whatever is thrown at us."
Jack's eyes dip down and back up to Harry's, a sign he's not being completely honest but actively lying either. There's simply too much about Torchwood to condense it down.
"No one in Torchwood lives long enough to collect a pension is the running joke."