Ianto has to smile at that. John's reassurances are simple but heartfelt, and between the words and the touch, they do mean more to him than he might admit otherwise. He shouldn't want it, he shouldn't need it. But he does. Perhaps because Jack hadn't been very good at this part, and he'd been left to his own devices for a bit too long the last time.

"Thank you," he says. Leaning into the other man's touch. He moves to take another swig from the bottle John had handed to him before giving it back. "I still needed rescuing, but. I'd like to think I did the best I could, given the circumstances." He huffs out a breath. "Maybe someday I'll have enough of an idea how to take care of myself that I won't be kidnapped in the first place."