"Hurray, us," Ianto says, more than a bit sarcastically in return. "Makes it sound like there's a prize or something. Beyond living in the shadow of eternal disappointment." He finishes fussing with his food for a moment to take another sip of water. There's a part of him that will always feel guilty for how things turned out with his father. But neither of them had ever really known how to deal with one another, and Ianto had still been so young then. Well, he had felt it, anyway.

"Do you have any siblings?" he asks, after a second, glancing up at John curiously. He doesn't know whether it's worse to be the single child and have to live up to the mold that they want to fit you in when it's just not working, or to be the odd man out of a family that all seems to be able to get it but you. Rhiannon never really seemed to want for anything more, after all. Just look at Johnny, he thinks to himself, which is a little bit unfair because he is a good man, if a bit. Simple.