Not what he was expecting, after that slow-death remark. "You still could," says Johnny, shrugging, at a bit of a loss. These dreams have been real as hell, for him - real pain, real fear, real comfort on a few occasions. Sometimes he forgets others don't see it that way.

"How long ago did you come through?" he asks, because it's a requisite question, isn't it? He'd seemed a little confused on that general topic earlier, maybe now's a better moment to ask questions. Or it might not be. Ianto seems a little uneasy here.