Ianto smiled down at the table, keeping his eyes low. "I don't really think you'd still be here with me at the moment if that weren't the case. You not minding about having to put in the extra work, I mean." Because, if...no, when he got better, that didn't mean that all of his moods would go away. He'd get a lot better, that was for sure. But...he'd still died. Things were going to be a little different form what they'd used to be, regardless, because of that.

He shook himself out of it, not wanting to focus on that too much. He'd liked how things had been going, before all of this had happened. Regardless of how inevitable it was, he didn't really want things to change all that much. He supposed it was up to them, though, in the long run. How the two of them dealt with it all.

...he realized belatedly that he'd fallen silent for a bit too long, and brought the mug up to drink a little more, laughing softly. "Sorry. Apparently this tea doesn't save you from introspection, I guess..." he said, smiling apologetically from over the mug, gripping it in both hands as he looked across at Sulu.