No sunburns. John matches the smile, lets his eyes flicker closed for a moment and touches their foreheads together.

"None of that," he agrees, and takes a steadying breath. Okay, he can do this. He needs to do this. He has to, it's not fair. Okay. Pull yourself together, John. Come on. "Ask me," he prompts, because maybe it's easier if Ianto starts. If he's pushed into it instead of dithering at the threshold. "Ask me what you want to ask."

Since he can still feel it between them, as gentle as Ianto's touch is.