The touches are nice, gentle, and they feel a lot more solid that Ianto's brain think they should. It's calming, even though he should be freaking out, having a spirit in his room. Maybe he's not sure he is awake now, or he's just seen enough in his life to take things at face value. Either way, he doesn't worry about how placid he feels.

"I'm Ianto," he says, his breathing easy and normal now, only the last strings of memories from the dreams remain. "Who are you?"