John shoots a wary look at Ianto as he heads inside, watches him moving around deciding for a few minutes before just propping himself up against the door-frame and digging out his phone again. He's paying more attention to the street outside than Ianto, so when he feels a hand on his arm and gets drawn along John snaps to attention with a degree of alarm. It's the hurry that really catches him the most, and he complies without a thought -- moving alongside Ianto quickly and freeing his arm to rest a hand on Ianto's back protectively. Just in case he needs to do some literal body guarding, or flatten him out of the way.
"What happened?" he whispers after a moment, when they're a few paces away but seemingly not being... pursued? His eyes dart warily along the lines of shops either side of them, just in case he's missing something. How on earth did Ianto upset people just buying shoes? Were they recognised? What is going on?
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John shoots a wary look at Ianto as he heads inside, watches him moving around deciding for a few minutes before just propping himself up against the door-frame and digging out his phone again. He's paying more attention to the street outside than Ianto, so when he feels a hand on his arm and gets drawn along John snaps to attention with a degree of alarm. It's the hurry that really catches him the most, and he complies without a thought -- moving alongside Ianto quickly and freeing his arm to rest a hand on Ianto's back protectively. Just in case he needs to do some literal body guarding, or flatten him out of the way.
"What happened?" he whispers after a moment, when they're a few paces away but seemingly not being... pursued? His eyes dart warily along the lines of shops either side of them, just in case he's missing something. How on earth did Ianto upset people just buying shoes? Were they recognised? What is going on?