There were two coats, now, it seemed. One wrapped around Jack and the other holding a huddled Ianto.
He startled a little as his name was called, softly, and looked up. Of course he recognized the voice, but it still did good to check. There were clones about. Or had been, at least. Ianto stretched a hand out, the sleeve it was in a bit too big, and touched lightly at the Captain, making certain he was real. "I'm not.. it's not because I thought I lost you," he said, trying to clarify what was happening. "It's ... because it was dressed like you."
It didn't make sense and he knew it didn't make sense but that's all he had to offer. Carefully, he mopped at his face with the sleeve of the coat and simply looked as miserable as Ianto could look. It made him look very young.