John could say the same thing. He carefully tucks the stack of his own photos out of the way inside his jacket for a moment, focuses his attention on the ones Ianto has spread out on the snow.
"Cute smile," he says, and gestures idly to the creature in the cells with Ianto. "Had some good dental work done there."
It's the first thing John picks up on, largely, because it's the most unusual thing in the range of photos -- and the least obviously personal. Anything else Ianto wants to talk about, that's his call. John has learnt a degree of caution in pushing him too much.
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John could say the same thing. He carefully tucks the stack of his own photos out of the way inside his jacket for a moment, focuses his attention on the ones Ianto has spread out on the snow.
"Cute smile," he says, and gestures idly to the creature in the cells with Ianto. "Had some good dental work done there."
It's the first thing John picks up on, largely, because it's the most unusual thing in the range of photos -- and the least obviously personal. Anything else Ianto wants to talk about, that's his call. John has learnt a degree of caution in pushing him too much.