Ianto's phone call didn't last very long, but it didn't exactly put him in the best of moods either. The fact that John didn't really have an explanation for what was going on further cemented his fear that there was nothing to be done about any of it. It'd been why Ianto hadn't called John in the first place when he'd noticed that nothing was getting better there. Because he'd been afraid that John wouldn't know what to tell him. And he'd been right about it. Wearily, Ianto made his way back down the stairs, clutching the blanket closer to himself than he had when he'd ascended just minutes ago.

"Sorry," Ianto said, biting his lip and hoping that he didn't seem too obviously disheartened from the call. "He was just checking in on things. I... I didn't want to have to make you sit through a one-sided yes and no question game, so." He shrugged, before making his way back over to the couch, dropping himself heavily down into it and this time tucking his legs up underneath him, so that they'd fit under the blanket as well.