On a Ferris wheel? If Ianto had more of a handle on the situation he would definitely question the other man just what about a Ferris wheel is supposed to help him relax and float in the water, but as it stands it's taking all his concentration not to flail and tip himself over one way or the other.

Deep breaths, deep breaths. In and out, he tries the best that he can. Think. Calming things. Warm sunlight. A comfortable bed. Is the bed up in the tree as comfortable as he's thinking it might have been? Breathe in, breathe out. Clutch John's hand as tightly as he dares without feeling like he might be hurting him.

"Relax, he says," Ianto quips, though he sounds a bit breathless because he's obviously finding the relaxing part a bit hard. "It's really easier said than done, you know. You try facing up to something you're afraid of and then see how you feel. But you're probably not afraid of anything, then, are you."