[The first bit makes Rodney snort. Sappy nonsense that Rodney will never in a million years admit he agrees with in the slightest. It's the second part that makes him narrow his eyes.]
Talk about what.
[Every second John doesn't reply ratchets Rodney's anxiety over what this 'talk' might constitute up another notch. What did they need to talk about? Rooming? Is he an Ianto getting a place and leaving Rodney in the slums? Is the dog taking his place? Does he need to dogsit? No, no, John would just ask that outright. Whatever it is, it's going to be bad.
no subject
Talk about what.
[Every second John doesn't reply ratchets Rodney's anxiety over what this 'talk' might constitute up another notch. What did they need to talk about? Rooming? Is he an Ianto getting a place and leaving Rodney in the slums? Is the dog taking his place? Does he need to dogsit? No, no, John would just ask that outright. Whatever it is, it's going to be bad.
Oh no.]