Ianto was quick to crawl into his brother's lap, feeling very much like he had when he was a child. It has been so long since he cried like this, all curled up against Nye, it had been when his mother had left him behind and disappeared. Losing a parent as a young man had hurt him terribly, losing the only one he had left was tearing him apart. He said nothing for a while, only crying until his eyes ran dry.
"I don't know how to act stoic any more, but I'll do my best," Ianto said, his foggy mind not giving him much clarity on anything at the moment. He didn't want to upset Delyth, and he knew that Nye was right about that. "If I feel the need to cry, I'll cry on you then. I don't think Delyth needs me in her lap."