Ianto was confused. Owen kept saying he cared, but he kept pushing him away. It didn't make any sense. It seemed very contradictory to him. "Why don't you want me?" he asked, feeling slightly petulant on top of everything else. "You care about me...why don't you want me." The Master was the only other one who had cared for him. He said that nobody else did. Lisa had, but Lisa was dead and gone.