Ianto's pretty well aware that Rodney didn't really care much about who he was or -- anything about him really, he could barely even remember his name never mind anything else, beyond the fact that he had been a friend of John's. He does have a point, though. If they're to be living together, Rodney should at least try to make an effort. For John's sake, if not for his.

(Ianto's been trying all along, personally. Though he'd be lying himself if he didn't say that was also in part because he'd hoped that he could learn more about John from the other man in turn.)

He regards the other man for another long moment, sighing heavily before raising the coffee to take a sip of it. It's at least of decent quality, if nothing else.

"I've only got a little while," he says, resigning himself to this conversation. "I am technically only on break here. This being my place of work." He pauses a moment, before he has to ask, "How did you know I worked here, anyway? Was it John? -- Did he ask you to come here?" It is worth asking.