Ianto wraps an arm around him, very much a physical and emotional support right now as he pulls him away from the beach and back towards the tiny cluster of buildings they had left behind. This was the right place for baring his soul but not for what follows.

“Yours.” It’s not that he’s avoiding Spike in the least but this is very clearly a private moment between the two of them and it needs to stay that way. Luckily the walk isn’t far and he doesn’t mind making it in relative silence. In a strange way it’s a comfortable one.