Ianto nods for a moment, playing the bottle against his knee and taking another swig again before moving to hand it back to the other man again.

"But you are," he asks, after a second's hesitation that only just shows on his face as he does. "Interested, I mean? In me, that is. I -- I know that I'm not..." He trails off, hesitating again as he tries to find exactly the right words. "Not a lot of people are, I know. They haven't been, anyway. So I hope..."

He hopes at the end of the day, putting himself through the anxiety of fighting against something as ingrained as what he's describing, it really is something he wants for himself as well. And not, as he'd hinted at the day before, just because he thinks it would make him happy.