When Jack made off with another forkful, Ianto pushed his plate towards the center of the table, to make stealing a bit easier. He didn't mind at all. Actually, he thought it was rather charming.
Though, he had the distinct impression that he totally tanked their date and left it bleeding in the gutter. "I'm sorry," he murmured, to Jack's mutter. "I really am. I just wanted to have a good time with you." And he had no idea why it was so painful. Trusting anyone was a difficult prospect for Ianto, but it was Jack. There was no reason not to trust him.