His performance anxiety. This day just keeps getting better and better. Ianto shoots him a look that clearly says he's unhappy -- with his choice of words, with the way this is suddenly all his fault, with the situation in general -- before he turns away from the other man and sets about undressing. Fine. If he's going to be like that, then fine.

Ianto undoes his belt and pulls his pants off, folding them to rest on his bag before he pulls his tshirt off over his head and sets that aside with the rest of his clothes as well. Fine, are the nudist fairies happy? He's undressed. He's unhappy and he's undressed, and he takes a few steps forward into the pool to get his feet wet. At least the water's comfortable, though he's trying hard not to think about whether it's actually clean or not, given how many bodies have to go through this stagnant water on a regular basis. Best just not get any in his eyes or mouth to be safe. Crossing his arms over his chest he wades out until he is hip deep before bending his knees and sinking lower. The water is clear but at least he's mostly underneath it now.