"They won't give me anything," John laments with all the dramatic immaturity of a teenager. "Guess they don't trust me yet. Which is fine! I understand. I just..."

He gestures expansively, grabs a few fries off the plate and pointedly moves it a few inches away from Ianto again as he sets his tea down.

"Thought maybe we could all move past that, seeing how they wanted out help and all. What's the point in waking people up if you won't let them do anything?"

These subtle threats are not over, Ianto Jones. You are being warned.