It's not an even split, which Ianto does grumble about, but there's not much he can do about it after the fact. He huddles with his cloak tucked about his shoulders for the hours that John dozes, oscillating between staring at the pair of dots on the screen before him, staring out into the darkness ahead, and glancing back at John where he's curled himself up nearby.
He helps John deconstruct their little shelter with the uncomfortable knowledge that they're going to have to prepare for another day of walking in the sun. His feet and legs already protesting from the journey thus far as it is. Again, stripping to the waist he resigns himself to the help of being lathered in sunscreen for the start of the day.
And thus starts their journey once more. Ianto can't say that he's a terrible traveling companion. But he's hardly the best either, and he knows it. He really isn't good with this sort of weather, it's a lot of walking, he's the one who slept the most but he can feel himself dragging them down as John keeps politely accommodating for him. Stopping to make sure that he's drinking enough water, maybe have a piece of dried fruit, keeping up with the sunscreen when all Ianto wants to do is get out of this place as fast as they can.
It's about at the point when they see the forest approaching in the distance that Ianto realizes what this means. They've talked about it a little more on the walk -- they've had a lot of time to talk after all. But it isn't until he's standing nearly face to face with the forest itself, his head fuzzy already from the heat, his body aching all over from a day and a half's walk to get there, that he realizes this could go one of two ways. Maybe it really is just like a little bit of weed. Maybe there really is nothing to worry about. Or maybe he's about to walk into a nightmare forest hopped up on hallucinogenics. There's really only one way to find out...
He forces himself to take a breath as they get closer, letting it out slowly in the attempt to relax. He's feeling wound up, from the journey, from the uncertainty of what's ahead, from his own incompetence in this situation, and from his continued close proximity to the other man and John's own handling of the situation in turn. "Surrounded by swampland with an ominous jungle looming before us. Clearly the logical next step on this threshold is to stop and roll a spliff. Really helps a man appreciate the beauty of nature as he stumbles off the path to his doom." Okay, maybe his attempts to relax aren't going so well after all.
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He helps John deconstruct their little shelter with the uncomfortable knowledge that they're going to have to prepare for another day of walking in the sun. His feet and legs already protesting from the journey thus far as it is. Again, stripping to the waist he resigns himself to the help of being lathered in sunscreen for the start of the day.
And thus starts their journey once more. Ianto can't say that he's a terrible traveling companion. But he's hardly the best either, and he knows it. He really isn't good with this sort of weather, it's a lot of walking, he's the one who slept the most but he can feel himself dragging them down as John keeps politely accommodating for him. Stopping to make sure that he's drinking enough water, maybe have a piece of dried fruit, keeping up with the sunscreen when all Ianto wants to do is get out of this place as fast as they can.
It's about at the point when they see the forest approaching in the distance that Ianto realizes what this means. They've talked about it a little more on the walk -- they've had a lot of time to talk after all. But it isn't until he's standing nearly face to face with the forest itself, his head fuzzy already from the heat, his body aching all over from a day and a half's walk to get there, that he realizes this could go one of two ways. Maybe it really is just like a little bit of weed. Maybe there really is nothing to worry about. Or maybe he's about to walk into a nightmare forest hopped up on hallucinogenics. There's really only one way to find out...
He forces himself to take a breath as they get closer, letting it out slowly in the attempt to relax. He's feeling wound up, from the journey, from the uncertainty of what's ahead, from his own incompetence in this situation, and from his continued close proximity to the other man and John's own handling of the situation in turn. "Surrounded by swampland with an ominous jungle looming before us. Clearly the logical next step on this threshold is to stop and roll a spliff. Really helps a man appreciate the beauty of nature as he stumbles off the path to his doom." Okay, maybe his attempts to relax aren't going so well after all.