"She's more of a tea drinker," Ianto explained. "I haven't coffee, either. Put some in my pockets, but my pockets are empty." Ianto shook his head at Jack's snapped retort, then looked down at his shoes for a moment. He was too tired to deal with this well, he knew. And he had to watch every word he said, right now.
"You should believe me because you couldn't live with yourself if you were wrong. And if you were in my mind, you'd see .. me. How I feel and how I hate admitting it. It's not bad, how I feel. Just .. rather like .. I don't want to jinx things." He looked over his shoulder again. "You would see loyalty. Frustration. Guilt. Or did you mean specific things?"