Ianto continued watching him. He recognized that the smile was a genuine one, but the repeating of the fact that he was fine...wasn't exactly reassuring. The only other times that he'd repeated that he was okay had been times when...well, when he quite obviously wasn't completely okay in whatever situation it was that he found himself in.

Ianto wasn't one to press--it would be hypocritical of him, considering the amounts of things that he'd rather keep to himself, the things that he found it hard to talk about. But he couldn't bring himself to turn away, to let up on watching the other man carefully, trying to judge what it was that was going on inside the other man's head. He didn't want to ask again, didn't want to push if it really was nothing, but. He couldn't bring himself to look away, to relax and accept that. "Yeah?" he asked, softly.