John squints at Ianto in thought a moment, then glances out into the snow as they walk -- tucking the photos back into his jacket again.

"Something we can take back?" he prompts, because he's... not really into the idea of having heavy conversations in public. Not after his more recent track record of handling things in public. Maybe that's weird, but he's given up worrying about if what he says is weird for now. "Can grab something to eat too."

You know. To help soak up the alcohol.