"John," Ianto says, giving the other man an incredulous look. "You said yourself that it could be a trap. There's no way I'm letting you go in there on your own while I wait around outside and wonder whether you're ever going to come back or not." It sounds like an absolute nightmare as far as Ianto is concerned.

"I'll manage," he reassures instead, turning back to glance at the path in front of them as they walk together, hooking his fingers in the straps of his bag as he does. "I did go to university, you know. It's hardly my first foray." Perhaps not with fyrra itself, but. He's pretty sure that John gets the picture.