Ianto can feel John's tension rise almost immediately and he can't help but wonder whether he did this. Whether it was something in the way he had responded -- love? -- that has him looking as though he'd be heading for the hills if not for his grip on John's hand and their still-present audience.

He tightens his grip on John's hand, squeezing his fingers before taking pity on the other man and ducking to pick up their bags. Shouldering his as he passes John's over in turn.

"Better get a move on, then," he says. Making certain to flash the other man a smile in what he hopes is a reassuring way as he steps forward to tug him away from the blessedly dark console and their audience of two.