"Don't you?" Ianto asks, frowning at the other man as he turns away again, his eyebrows furrowed. "I do. And I certainly care what you think of me, at any rate, but if that's how it is."

He lets out a sigh, running a hand over his face before taking a fortifying swallow of his coffee. He really wishes the other man would just tell him what was wrong. Whether it's something he's done so that he can apologize for it or who knows. Explain himself. He hasn't had enough caffeine for this yet. And he really wishes he would stop turning the conversation around.

"Jim was right. I should probably get something better than these, and if I don't want to draw attention to the ring, I should probably get something to put over it as well." Though the thought of wearing gloves in this heat makes him feel a little queasy.