"I'm not..." Ianto waves away the intangible cloud of blatant misunderstanding because come on, come on, he is Mister Attached to Reality. So firmly. Literally bolted to it.

"I've just been busy," he clarifies, speaking a little too clearly to ward off any further miscommunications. Then, "Working." He wavers, starts to reach for his drink again, decides against it. "I work for Romac," he admits, a bit glumly.