Jack waits for a moment, letting the silence grow before speaking again.

"You don't have to decide immediately," he says eventually. "I'm suspending you for a couple of weeks in any case. You need the time off as much as I need to be sure of you before you come back to work. If you decide you can't come back in that time, let me know, and the rest will be taken care of. You will wake up, and the past year or two will be a blur."

He pauses, fingers squeezing together almost painfully. He hates being this cold. If hasn't been how he does things for... longer than he likes to remember. "If you think you can, we'll talk," he continues, then tilts his head, trying to ignore the slight ache in his chest. He can almost feel Ianto's anguish, more now than when he'd screamed and raged at him the day before. "Unless there's something obviously wrong then, I'm inclined to give you another chance. What happened to Lisa was not your fault. You made a grevious error, but it came from grief, and you didn't know how far the conversion had gone. If I thought you did, we would not be having this conversation."

Ianto couldn't remember the last few years at all, and his cover story wouldn't be pleasant. Best-case scenario.