It's far too warm, but John sleeps anyway. He feels tired and a little spinny, and he can't really stay upright anymore. Ianto crowds him and that's too hot but he hasn't the energy to push him away, and besides which if Ianto is Wendy then he should stay close anyway in case the fairies get jealous. There some logic in there, somewhere.

He's not exactly sure how long he sleeps for, but when he wakes up he feels clammy and has a foggy, low level headache. Which is plausibly because when he was traipsing through the mushroom forest (fungi jungle? Fungle, his memory suggests?) he spent too long debating who was Peter Pan and not enough time drinking water. He shifts, and becomes vaguely aware of Ianto beside him. Ah, right. Wendy. Wincing slightly John eases off and flops over onto his back, rubbing at his eyes and forehead to try and lessen the ache a little. There's some water and painkillers in his bag, he knows. He packed them in case of Ianto's head still hurting. Maybe just water first, though, before breaking out the painkillers. Sitting up John rests a hand on Ianto's arm to get his attention, assuming he's probably some degree of awake already from the movement, then digs in his bag for the water he packed.

"Hey buddy," he says, in a soft voice that distinctly smacks of 'handling a potentially delicate person' tone. "How you feeling?"