What had happened? "She had a lot of fire power and I had very little. You do die," Ianto said firmly, if softly. "It just doesn't stick." And he didn't want to watch that. Ianto sighed through his nose and looked away, watching the rest of the restaurant crowd for a moment.
"Wait, interrogation?" That dragged his attention back and he stared at Jack, eyebrows lifted. "You're going to interrogate me? Over this?" Ianto bit his lip a little and clasped both hands in front of himself, on the table. He shouldn't have told Jack. That realization felt cold in the pit of his stomach.