Jack had known Tim's one stipulation since the moment he was hired. And Tim's request is more than reasonable, he figures and he spends a moment in thought.

"Trust... to me, is a lot like friendship. Being there for one another in any way possible. I understand where you come from, Tim, I do. You're used to working in a team, and that's what I ask of you, to treat this like a team. And you have. Except for one thing: I lead this team. I expect orders to be followed, and without question. However.

"Me placing my trust in you, I understand that sometime I get hot-headed when things hit too close to home. The people I love and care about -- there is no greater sensitive spot for me. The chink in my armour if you will." He sighs and drops his head a little, staring at the table between them. "These people; you, Gwen, The Doctor...Ianto. You're all that I have here. And someday I won't. I hate to sound overly dramatic, but it's part of my curse. Someday you'll all wither away and die and leave me alone. I'd rather not hurry along that process. So when I get hot, I may need someone to put me in my place. And that's why I need you."