Momentarily alarmed by Jack's reaction, but knowing from their hard-earned understanding of each other that sometimes it was best to stay quiet, Ianto dipped his eyes to the desk, touching his fingertips to the edge lightly while Jack gave vent to whatever anger had caught him. Even with that, Jack was probably dealing with the woman who'd shot him, almost killed his friend, and who he'd riddled with bullets, far better than Ianto would have done.
Stepping closer when Jack questioned him, there was only a whisper of space between them now, nothing more than a sliver of floor and air. Jack could overcome it if he wished. Jack could keep it between them if he wished. Ianto hoped it was enough for his captain to know that he was here now.
"They're likely to just be random files," Ianto reassured, unwilling to see the peace between the team, and on a deeper level Jack's confidence in it, to be torn asunder again. "No connection between them as far as I could see." The fact that he hadn't seen a connection gave him enough conviction to believe that there wasn't one. If there was, he surely would have noticed it. He didn't miss these things. He never missed these things.
"I only got here a few hours ago, but you've been here longer, from what Suzie said," he continued, giving Jack an acknowledging look that, yes, he'd already seen her, "so it stands to reason that the Hub here isn't exactly how I left it." Certainly not the tourist office at any rate, judging by the state he'd found it in. "Those documents could be in the same place I put them myself weeks ago. Or weeks from now. I mean, from where I was. From when I was."
This was exactly why no one had been allowed to play with the Rift back in Cardiff. Different time perspectives were always a hell of a mess.