Everything pocketed away to his satisfaction John looks up again, eyes Ianto critically.

"I wouldn't exactly recommend it, no. You telling me your coordination feels off or just jonesing for a piggyback?"

You were standing up just fine a minute ago, Ianto. He zips his vest back up and pushes to his feet, offers his good hand to haul him up as he glances around at the rest of the group. Nobody is bleeding on the floor so far as he can tell at first glance.