Great, they're talking about this. John stops walking and shoots Ianto a wary look, half hidden by sunglasses.

"No," he manages, and he thinks of a hundred other things he could add but he doesn't even know where to begin. He doesn't want Ianto examining him like a puzzle to be solved but at the same time, he wants him to understand. He wants him to know this isn't -- personal. This isn't anything Ianto is doing wrong.

He also isn't sure he wants to have this conversation without a drink or, maybe three. It's too much. He can already feel his pulse beginning to spike again just from this much.