Jack: This time tomorrow he’ll be back in 1918.
Ianto: In his own time. Would you go back to yours, if you could?
Jack: Why? Would you miss me?
Ianto: Yep.
Jack: …I left home a long time ago. Don’t know where I really belong…Maybe that doesn’t matter any more.
Ianto: I…know you get lonely.
Jack: Going home wouldn’t fix that. Being here, I’ve seen things I never dreamt I’ve…loved people I never would have known, if I’d just stayed where I was. And I wouldn’t change that for the world.