Owen sighed. He hated to see his friend in that state. This had been such a mistake, he thought to himself. But he blamed Ianto none. No, he shouldered most of the blame himself. He was such a prat sometimes. He never learned, did he.
Moving over, he laid behind Ianto. Quietly, he wrapped his arms around Ianto and held him. He said nothing, afraid to say the wrong thing. He just held his friend, comforting him. If he needed to sob, he would let him sob.