And he's back to fussing about the sunblock again. And now the shoes. As if he hadn't had a defensive outburst there about how he was 'just trying to be nice', and Ianto knows, he knows there's more to this than that.

He doesn't protest the attention or the advice. He supposes that John has a point -- to all of it, really. But it eats at him. Leaving the rest of it unresolved. Especially after John's latest jabs. I don't know what your problem is. I don't care.

Ianto takes another sip of his coffee, giving himself the excuse not to respond right away, before finally he asks, "How do you propose we do that, if we're headed to Khalo, then?" Soaking his shoes, that is.