After the whole thing with getting Jack and Tosh back from the 1940's. Ianto just wanted to sit down and have a cup of coffee, maybe read a book as well after what Owen had done. But instead he worked, seeing what damage had been done. Owen had said that Ianto's way was slow and boring, but with his experiences, slow and boring was the better way to be.
Ianto kept thinking about Canary Wharf, the way Yvonne had gone on about protecting the world, and how her time was took up with the sphere and the ghost shifts. They hadn't thought anything of it, they went fast and dangerous, the better to get things done. They had been impatient. And look where that had brought them, getting most of their people killed or made into Cybermen. Even the Daleks were killing them, that's what they got for letting two Alien races out at once for taking the fast route. Owen wondered why Ianto took the slow and boing path rather than the quicker path, it was because he was to scared, scared to lose more friends like he had back in London.
Ianto looked over at Owen as the other man cleaned the gunshot wound Ianto had left, with the aid of Tosh. He hardly listened as Owen told him that they had succeeded, that they were all fine. He knew there would be consequences for what had happened … but when they came and what they were, Ianto didn't know. That, they would have to wait for. And it seemed Jack knew as well.