"Fine," John accepts, and he turns to face Ianto -- gives an exaggerated, sardonic sort of shrug. "I don't care."

He shoves up his sunglasses up again and turns back to the road, trying to clamp down on the waves of irritation. Get it together, John.

"I wouldn't recommend Khalo for relaxing anytime soon, that's our most likely bandit hideout. We buying you shoes or not?"

If Ianto has any of the money he gave him left, that is. Not that he needed it for a room, so unless he's been splurging on something he should. Not that it's any of his business. Ianto can buy whatever he wants.