"Of course you don't. You stay positive about this."

Sheppard fastens off the bandage around Holland's leg, eyes still flitting around the sand. Holland flinches a little, but his eyes stay on the other soldier.

"This place is crawling with Taliban."

"Yeah," Sheppard accepts, and pushes back to glance around again. "There are a few here and there." His eyes land on Ianto again, and something hesitant grips him before he frowns again. "Where does this look like to you?"

There must be enough contextual clues by now, he thinks, for Ianto to have a sense of something going on.