It was nice, Ianto reflects. Until it wasn't, and his Nan died, and he had lost that escape and his parents had tried, he knows that now, but. He'd just never really gotten on with his father. He'd always wanted him to be something that Ianto never felt he could.

He casts a glance aside at John, raising an eyebrow at that. Both are Ivy League schools, that much he knows. He also knows John enough to understand he doesn't seem like the Harvard sort. "I take it that you didn't have much of an opinion about either," he hazards aloud, knowing everything he does about the other man. At least, he doesn't think it usually follows that one joins the Air Force after starting on a path like that, anyway.