"I can't," he says, the words brutally honest. He can't think like that. He can't imagine taking a holiday in the place where he knows there are bandits hiding out, if even allegedly. He can't imagine how he might be able to get himself to relax enough for a date if he could be out there doing something to stop it all. He's already ruined his chances once already because he couldn't turn it off, and he and Jim aren't even working towards the same goals here. He'd never forgive himself for it.

"Look, it's just. Extra incentive to make sure that we get this right, yeah?" he adds, attempting to soften his words. He knows that mentioning the sunblock was probably John's attempt to steer away from the conversation, but he had to get that out. And now that it was...

Ianto bends to unzip his bag, where he's stowed away all the things from the leather shop. Digging for a moment before producing the bottle of his sunscreen and the leather canteens. "Here," he says, holding one of them out to the other man. "For you. I figure we should probably get these filled somehow as well, yeah? It wouldn't hurt to have more water on hand." He sets his own on the ground next to his bag and begins liberally applying the sunblock to his arms and neck, starting out where he can at least see to get to.