"It's still cold out," he replied reasonably. Once inside and on plush carpeting, Ianto set River down on her own feet. Carpet was warm and soft, he reasoned.
Still, when he set her down, he didn't let go, wrapping his hand round her own and holding tight. "Where do you want to go to talk?" he murmured. Someplace peaceful, where they could comfort one another, he thought.