Ask me what you want to ask. Ianto had shut his eyes as John had leaned forward to touch their foreheads together, and he keeps them shut for a moment longer to gather himself. Just in case this is about to be another struggle with the other man, he needs to prepare himself for whatever might come next.

He pulls back a little so that he can look John in the eyes. Studying his expression and trying to regain his footing, his momentum, and his train of thought from before.

"What happened back there, John?" he asks, quietly. It seems as good a place as any to start.