Oh, that was lovely, in a very ouchy sort of way. Both Suzie and Ianto are complicated people keeping secrets, and it makes sense in so many ways that they'd have an affinity for each other.

And this exchange?

"Is...is the death a metaphor for sex?" Jack asked. "Because that'd be a little bit creepy."

"No part of Dickinson's poetry is a metaphor for sex, Jack!" Suzie said.

Jack looked thoughtful. "Then how complicated can it possibly be?"

Made me laugh so hard I nearly cried.