Ianto takes in a deep breath as he glances around the area once again, letting it out slowly before shaking his head at the other man. “If we both drown because of this, it will be on your head, you know,” Ianto gripes, his hand tightening on John’s before with another sigh he steps closer still.

“Alright, fine,” he says. “Just tell me what I’m supposed to do. I told you I’m not good at this. It wasn’t a figure of speech, you know. I’m goinf to sink like a rock.” If he’s supposed to be doing something here he’s going to need coaxing through every step. He will do it. Just very reluctantly.