"Comforting..." Ianto quips, right before John's hand on the middle of his chest silences him again, startling him enough that he shuffles exactly to where John needs him to be.

Can he shoot a gun? Ianto glances down at the gun that John has indicated then back at John himself before reaching out to take it.

"I can shoot," he says. Inspecting the gun for a moment to determine whether it's some special sort of future gun that might be shooting lasers or something, or whether it will be firing regular bullets like every other gun he's accustomed to shooting. "Am I going to need to?"