[He doesn't know why it's all suddenly flooding out now, or why it seems to be easier to talk to Kitty about this than it is Ianto. But now it has come flooding out - yeah, he really wants that hug. And perhaps it'll be easier if she doesn't feel or smell or look like Kitty and he doesn't feel or smell or look like Jack, because maybe they won't get so distracted by what that hug could turn into?
So he bites his lip and puts the coffee down and closes his eyes tight, his arms lifting to meet her even before she's there.]