“Comforting...” Ianto mutters to himself, tugging on the vine slightly as he looks down at John and thinks about how much he really doesn’t want to do this. Knowing him, he’d get about halfway down before his hands would cramp up and he’d wind up breaking an arm or something. If only...

An idea comes to him, and Ianto has to admit that it’s probably not a very good one, but it’s beyter than falling and embarrassing himself otherwise. Setting his bag down at his feet he fishes through it before producing his new gloves. He’s not quite sure what leather they’re made from but they’re tough enough to be able to handle this, he’s sure. Zipping his bag back up and securing it on his back, he puts them on, reaching out for the vine again and taking a deep breath.

“Heads up!” he calls out, before taking the vine in both hands, hooking both his feet around it, and pushing off to let gravity take care of the rest of the work.