Ianto had been expecting the arms around him. He'd been expecting John's warmth, and his steady breathing pressed against his back in the dark. But he hadn't expected for the dimming of the lights to bring John's confession with it, and it takes him a slow moment to process — what to say or do in return. It's probably the first thing the other man has said at all about his own desires, and the fact that it's entirely about him...?

He moves to rest a hand on John's arm, stroking his fingers lightly over the skin there before he replies, "We've had a difficult time of things, the past few months. But this is where I want to be, John. You, and your... Obsession to make sure I don't get sunburned, and the way you let me sneak into bed with you even when it's too hot to think straight, and your..." He keeps his fingers trailing against the other man's arm. "Your obsession with cheesy fries and Johnny Cash. All of that makes me happy. Alright?"

He pauses a beat before adding, "I hope someday that you can be happy too." For he knows that for John that that's maybe easier said than done but that doesn't mean that he doesn't want it for him all the same.