Not a lot of people are. What's that supposed to mean? Hadn't he been sleeping with his boss? Wasn't Kirk flirting with him? It doesn't add up to a person nobody is interested in. He takes the bottle off Ianto, re-caps it and sets it aside again.

"Of course," he assures him, and reaches to cup his face. "Ianto, I... don't know why I wouldn't be, I..."

He takes a deep breath, lets it out shakily. God, he's such an asshole. He shouldn't have let it drag out this long, just because he's stupid and doesn't know how to -- it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter, because he can still fix this. That's all Ianto needs, something to hold onto. John can give him that. He moves his weight fully onto the bed, eases Ianto into a kiss and drops one hand to brace the small of his back.