"Yeah," John says, eyes skimming across the two photos. It's difficult to get a sense of dynamic from them, other than Ianto and Jack seeming to be more casually comfortable with each other in the second than... Well, than they had been when the guy held a gun on Ianto.

"That a work trip or a team holiday?" he prompts, gesturing to the camping photo. He takes a swig from the bottle now he's opened it and holds it out to Ianto questioningly. It has the air of something strong that isn't designed to be drunk straight from the bottle unless you're drowning a problem.