Ianto nodded at the thanks, moving to go get the backboard from the autopsy bay. He brought it over next to Jack. "Alright, this'll make it easier to transfer him over to the autopsy tables, we just need to...get him on the backboard... I've got gloves, so we don't have to touch him bare-handed..."

A stray tear leaked out of Ianto's eye, and he angrily wiped it away. Crying wouldn't help anything, but damn. This was the man that he loved, dead, and even if he would come back, there was always that little chance that maybe he wouldn't that scared Ianto half to death.