Ianto was doing better than Owen figured that he would. Owen was pointedly ignoring another that would stop to stare at the both of them. There was a rather 'I'm been obviously abused' quality to Ianto's appearance at the moment, so Owen couldn't really blame them for staring. But he could only hope that they made it back to the hotel without incident.
Owen gave Ianto's hand a light squeeze, a silent reassurance and encouragement, as he glanced over him, directing him back down the streets until they were finally within view of the hotel. "We're almost there," Owen said, looking over at Ianto.