"Yeah," he sighs, because obviously he should know better than to think he's got things sorted. The wardens always throw a new spanner in the works somehow.
He watches Spike fiddle with his cigarettes for a moment, then makes a decision and hooks a nearby chair round and sits on it, leaning forward earnestly.
"Ianto and I talked yesterday. I made it clear that I don't actually feel the need to go out and fuck anyone else at the moment. It's more about the long-term, if we do end up literally stuck here forever like in that fictional future. I love him and I don't want to be without him, but I can't face the thought of a future without any variety whatsoever, ever. He said he thinks he gets that, and we agreed communication is key and if I can at least check in with him before anything happens with anyone else, that's a start, at least."
He pauses, well aware that he's only been talking about Ianto and hasn't mentioned Spike at all. "As for you and me... I don't know. What do you want out of it? Where do you see us going? I kind of... like what we've got?"