Ianto is distantly pleased his word has stuck. Not all of them do. Owen might have had something to say about fungles but Owen isn't here now is he. John is. And John is very warm and solid against him and honestly a little sweaty but Ianto doesn't mind so much, it's nice too. Very masculine. Ianto likes it, it's very... Him.

All too soon however the other man is coaxing him forward and he groans slightly in protest at the thought of more walking, even as he obeys the command. Stepping carefully forward over the mushroom ring and into the fungle -- yes, that's what it is now -- itself. He's trying to do his best to watch where he's walking but it's difficult when his coordination feels so off as a whole.

"What happens if I step on something?" he asks, because he keeps feeling dangerously close to doing exactly that. He tightens his arm around John's waist on principle.