Jack can feel the memory burst under his fingers, like a leak being sprung, while in the physical world Into begins to flail against him. He can see where this is going. He knows where it will end. He recognizes that the last thing that Ianto wants to do is relive or rewatch this, especially now. He also knows that the worst thing that he can do is to just leave it like this. Ianto might have to relive it anyway. It could be the foremost thought in his mind, until they come back to patch it up again. Or worse.

He knows Ianto wants him out now. And he told the other man to tell him when he'd had enough. But in this case... He needs to take an extra few moments to make sure he's not going to leave the place in ruins. Steeling himself, knowing a quick fix really isn't going to be ideal but it will have to do for now, Jack forces his energy over the memory, overwhelming it into a stop with a memory of his own choosing. Quick, Jack, pick just the right one. There. The night he had left Ianto the ring. It's haphazard - like a piece of tape to hold a leak in a water balloon, but it'll have to do for the moment. And then he pulls out.

It's disorienting, to come back to himself that fast, but he'll focus on him later. For now he's opening his eyes and cupping Ianto's face in his hands to get him to focus on him. "Hey," he coaxes, gently. "Look at me. You okay?"