Ianto was glad that Owen was holding onto his hand. He didn't want to admit it to the doctor, but he was terrified of leaving the house. He'd been inside so long, not even looking out any windows, that he was sure something bad would happen if he left.
He flinched as they stepped outside, the sunlight surprising and harsh after so long. In the light of day, it was more obvious that he was even paler and thinner than usual, with darker bruising, his eyes dull and a little unfocused. He kept flinching, slightly terrified of any other people, but he followed Owen and gave the other man a small smile. He was trying at least.