Ianto moved his hands slightly down his face so he could see Owen. It was obvious then that he was crying, not anything to with Owen but how much then he hated himself. Hated how he was using Owen in some way. Hated how he felt about Reinette and what she would think of him.
"I'm sorry." It wasn't Owen who should be saying that first, it was him. He rolled onto his side, turning away from Owen then, hands trying to muffle a quiet sob at the thought he'd just fucked up everything.