Ianto breaks off another bite of his bread, nibbling at it for a few moments as he casts a glance aside at the other man, cocking his head to the side before he shakes it in turn. "Nope. I can't see it. You, in a desk job. You, in a suit?" He raises his eyebrows at that, holding the expression for another moment before reaching for a piece of the dried fruit.

"So you chose to join the Air Force instead," he says, putting the pieces of John's life together. "How did that go over?" He glances back up at the other man, studying his expression again as he does. Wondering whether he's pushing too much, to ask such a question. But he supposes John will always evade his question if he has. He's certainly done so before.