Ianto lets John release his hand. Lets him take the lead as they make their way back out into the cold. He lets him take that step away, because he sees the way he's struggling, and even if he doesn't understand it, he understands that this is what he needs.

A little frown forms between Ianto's eyebrows as John speaks up -- about the logs. He does want to know more about them. He wants answers just as much as anything. But he wants answers from John even more.

"Did they say anything of note?" he forces himself to ask, reaching down to zip his jacket back up again now that they've stepped back outside. Not so much letting the rest of it go as setting it aside for the moment to allow himself to plan and regroup.