John's guards are up and Ianto understands that whatever he's done, he's hit a nerve. Which he hardly understands himself -- all he did was ask questions? And while it's true what John had said, he supposes, he really was just being nice, there's something off. There's been something off the whole time. Is that it, then? Because this is dangerous? Because they could die?

"Talk to me," he asks the other man, not quite releasing his grip on his arm just yet. He wishes he could see his eyes but he suspects that was done on purpose, with the sunglasses. He supposes he knows himself too well. He supposes he knows that Ianto is starting to know him well enough too. "Did something happen yesterday?"