Ianto watches the other man struggling for a long moment before he forces himself to look away. Finding it difficult not to allow himself to simply cross to him right there and offer his aid and assistance when that right there is the entire reason they are having this disagreement in the first. If that is even what this might be called.

“Of course I want you here with me,” Ianto replies to his folded hands in his lap. His expression furrowing slightly as he continues on to say, “I just don’t know if you want to be here yourself. Not with me anyway. You came here now because of me. There is a difference between the two scenarios.”

It isn’t as though they had been on the best of terms, when Ianto had left to come exploring here. But they hadn’t been on the worst of them either. It's hard to know where they stand, especially given their exchange in the forest.