He watches the other man for a long moment, pressing his lips together as though he wants to protest -- maybe he should make John eat something, maybe he should insist that he should have something in case he wants something more, that it would be easier on his stomach if he does. But John takes a bite of his bread and he's appeased enough that he sets the mug of soup down within easy reach for the other man before he raises his own mug and takes a sip of his own. It's good. Rather light but still rich and flavorful. He hadn't realized how hungry he is until he tastes it. He really had been up there for a while...

"I wasn't exactly watching the clock," Ianto admits. "I was afraid if I knew how much time was passing I'd be that much more conscious of how much time had passed..."