All of John's speculations are sounding disturbingly similar to something that Ianto might have run into at Torchwood. To the extent that he wishes he might have had some more of the tech with him, but he supposes it's lost now along with the rest of -- well, everything.
"Virtual simulation," Ianto echoes aloud as he thinks, looking at John's clothes then at the helicopter beyond. "Right." He takes a few hesitant steps forward, sliding on the sand and careful to stay as far away from Holland as he can. The other man still eerily not seeming to acknowledge his presence at all. Placing a hand on the metal of the hull of it, which is almost too warm to bear under the heat of the sun above.
"Does this feel like a virtual simulation to you?" he asks the other man. He's never been in one himself, but John sounds like he knows more about these things. There are a lot of things that John sounds like he knows more about than he's telling Ianto. He's not sure how to feel about that either.
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"Virtual simulation," Ianto echoes aloud as he thinks, looking at John's clothes then at the helicopter beyond. "Right." He takes a few hesitant steps forward, sliding on the sand and careful to stay as far away from Holland as he can. The other man still eerily not seeming to acknowledge his presence at all. Placing a hand on the metal of the hull of it, which is almost too warm to bear under the heat of the sun above.
"Does this feel like a virtual simulation to you?" he asks the other man. He's never been in one himself, but John sounds like he knows more about these things. There are a lot of things that John sounds like he knows more about than he's telling Ianto. He's not sure how to feel about that either.