Ianto takes the joint back from the other man, taking a few more pulls on it before passing it back. At that point... He's feeling pretty good, in all honesty. And as a matter of fact, he does know how to blow smoke rings, which he demonstrates after they pass the joint back and forth a few more times. Though it does take him several times to get it right. Yeah, that's right. He may not be able to build a shelter to keep out the rain but he's great for party tricks.
By the time the joint has burned itself out, Ianto feels a lot lighter than he has in the last few days. At least, as far as his nerves are concerned. Physically, his body feels pleasantly heavy, and it's just as well that they're on a mission because he'd honestly just like a nap at this point. It's just as well that the fyrra is taking care of his anxiety for him, as John places an arm protectively around his shoulders and leads him through the shimmering barrier into the forest itself.
The further they walk, the more everything seems to. Glow? Ianto's not sure whether that's his eyes or whether it's something in the distance and he leans sideways to stage whisper about it conspiratorially to John, who still has his arm around his shoulders. That's alright, it's a nice arm. John's a nice man. He's been very good to him over the past few days, even if it has been a little weird. That's not really his fault either. And he's doing a good job of keeping Ianto on his feet. Which is harder than it sounds. Maybe he should have shared more of that joint than he did.
After not too long walking there stands before them what appears to be... A line of mushrooms? Ianto squints at it, leaning into John again, bracing a hand on his chest to keep himself steady as he says, "It's just the fyrra to get into the village, right? I dunno about you but I really like to draw the line at one potential hallucinogenic at a time, thanks."
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By the time the joint has burned itself out, Ianto feels a lot lighter than he has in the last few days. At least, as far as his nerves are concerned. Physically, his body feels pleasantly heavy, and it's just as well that they're on a mission because he'd honestly just like a nap at this point. It's just as well that the fyrra is taking care of his anxiety for him, as John places an arm protectively around his shoulders and leads him through the shimmering barrier into the forest itself.
The further they walk, the more everything seems to. Glow? Ianto's not sure whether that's his eyes or whether it's something in the distance and he leans sideways to stage whisper about it conspiratorially to John, who still has his arm around his shoulders. That's alright, it's a nice arm. John's a nice man. He's been very good to him over the past few days, even if it has been a little weird. That's not really his fault either. And he's doing a good job of keeping Ianto on his feet. Which is harder than it sounds. Maybe he should have shared more of that joint than he did.
After not too long walking there stands before them what appears to be... A line of mushrooms? Ianto squints at it, leaning into John again, bracing a hand on his chest to keep himself steady as he says, "It's just the fyrra to get into the village, right? I dunno about you but I really like to draw the line at one potential hallucinogenic at a time, thanks."