It isn't an answer, Ianto notes. In fact, the joking and deflection and the suggestion of regret would indicate that no, in fact, he isn't. But what exactly does Ianto intend to do about it, anyway? He's only just met this man at the bar.
"Maybe so," he answers, mildly. Regarding the other man for another long moment before determining that he seems to be okay if not all right, and relaxes slightly.
"Lucky for us, they're not charging you by the hits you take," he points out.
He raises his own glass as evidence of that fact, taking a healthy swallow before setting it down. Fiddling with it awkwardly in his hands before adding, "It's Ianto." Because he does remember the other man's question, despite the distraction of the spray.
He glances up at John, hesitating on how much to say and how much to keep to himself before simply offering, "I was looking for someone. Thought they might be here. Turns out they aren't, but there's still a bar." There. Straightforward enough.
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"Maybe so," he answers, mildly. Regarding the other man for another long moment before determining that he seems to be okay if not all right, and relaxes slightly.
"Lucky for us, they're not charging you by the hits you take," he points out.
He raises his own glass as evidence of that fact, taking a healthy swallow before setting it down. Fiddling with it awkwardly in his hands before adding, "It's Ianto." Because he does remember the other man's question, despite the distraction of the spray.
He glances up at John, hesitating on how much to say and how much to keep to himself before simply offering, "I was looking for someone. Thought they might be here. Turns out they aren't, but there's still a bar." There. Straightforward enough.