"...alright." Ianto lingers for a moment longer in studying the other man's face, searching him for any sign that he might be holding back on him for any reason before he moves to push himself up to stand and John up as well.

"It smells good," he says awkwardly, because how does a person recover gracefully from a situation like this. He takes a few steps away, moving to button his shirt up a bit further and reach for the beer he's left on the counter as well. Swiping it up and prodding at the takeaway on the counter beside it. "The usual?"