Ianto looks up at John as he stands, before back at the photographs in turn. As odd as it is that they exist in the first place, the idea that he wouldn't keep them sets him on edge.

"It doesn't really seem right to leave them lying about," he points out. "Even if they don't exactly have annotations of what they all mean, it's still..." He gathers the photographs in hand before moving to stand. "Their memory deserves better than to be abandoned out in the snow like trash, I suppose."

He shuffles through the stack of photographs once more. "It's a bit of a random selection," he observes. Yvonne. Suzie. Lisa. He glances up at the other man again before inquiring, "What about yours?"