What would Jack say? Ianto runs a hand over his face as he contemplates it. He'd probably say that he was happy for him. He probably would be. And he'd probably blame himself to some extent as well. Should he, though? He had run off... But it's not Jack's fault that he couldn't give him what he was looking for. And it's certainly not Jack's fault he didn't even know he'd been looking for it from the start.

He glances aside at her as she nudges him. He should tell John...

"That is, presuming he'll ever speak to me again," he bemoans aloud, leaning into her shoulder as he does so. "We're... Not really fighting exactly, but. I'm supposed to be 'thinking it over'." Which -- is why he's here. And John is not.

He pauses a moment longer before he adds, softly, "I am happy. Or at least I was. Before I ruined it all for myself."