John moves to Ianto instinctively, herds him away from the balcony and tries to keep him shielded from the weather. His radio crackles to life --

Major Sheppard, how's this for credibility? Weir is--

But John has already moved to snap it off, eyes narrowing around the area as he moves them into a hallway. It's dimly lit, with high ceilings and occasional groups of small lights decorating the pillars.

"Welcome to Atlantis," he says finally, voice hushed in the quiet of the hallway as he closes the door behind them. "I was getting to this part. Eventually."

Although if thinking about something is all it takes, John fervently wishes he had more relaxing memories than he does.