Ianto nodded his head, but still wouldn't look at Owen. The more he thought about it, the more he was sure that the Master had left because he had disappointed him. He wouldn't come back now. He'd just be all alone. With the drumming in his head. "He's not coming back, is he?" he asked softly. "He left me...wasn't good enough so he left. Lisa died and Jack left and Master left. Never good enough." Because even though Jack had come back, he'd been affected by losing him and Lisa, on top of everything else. The Master was the one who was supposed to stay. He'd promised to stay. To keep Ianto with him forever.
He turned, curling into Owen's side. His Master was never going to come back. He needed some sort of contact to ground him. Owen was nice...maybe he'd look after him. "Sorry," he whispered. "So sorry. I won't get into trouble. I'll be better. I will."