"Yeah!" John continues, as if this logic is obvious. "Because you're my Wendy!"

Wendy is important. Wendy loves Peter even though he's too immature and selfish and cocky to understand that and love her back. The thought sinks in, slowly, and John absently wonders on how many levels Ianto really is his Wendy. How many times Ianto will pick him up when he makes a mess and hurts himself. It's probably not good, he theorises, to sympathise with Peter Pan of all characters. Especially when Peter Pan kidnaps children. In fact, if Peter Pan never grows up but is still alive when Wendy has children... how old is Peter Pan? It's probably still creepy, right?

All of a sudden, the Neverland concept is a lot more complicated than at first glance. Huh.