[ He's been waiting for this, contemplated if he should cut to the chase and just call, make sure Ianto was at least relatively alright but knowing that he'd probably come look for him at the Shack meant he's better off staying right here. He's halfway out from behind the bar before the door even opens, keen vampire senses hearing Ianto before he fumbles it open. Meeting him half-way, he wraps him up tight, like a fort made of cold muscle and determination. ]