"Shocking." Ianto would be pretty surprised if there were any others, all things considered. He glances down at his phone as John's alert pops up on it, taking a moment to add him to his contacts -- there are a lot more Johns in the world if he wants to find him later, he suspects -- before lowering his phone as well.

"Is this what's fed your obsession with take-away?" Ianto replies, playing the mobile between his hands as he studies the other man for a moment. "They obviously fed you something while you were away." It's not a negative observation -- in truth, it's obvious to Ianto that John's really quite fit, especially now that he's stripped down to only his tshirt. He quickly keeps his mind from going down that train of thought by glancing away and around the little set of rooms again to clear his mind before settling back on John once more.

"Three million light-years..." he echoes. "That's pretty far out there."