He resists instinctively when he feels Ianto start to release his hand, fingers automatically tightening, not wanting to let go, until he belatedly realises where Ianto's going with it.

Then he gulps a bit and turns in towards Ianto's ready shoulder, arms sliding around him to grip almost as tightly as he'd been holding his hand. He gazes sightlessly out over the cliffs, vision blurring as the tears he's been holding back for so long finally start to fall.