Ianto lets out a slow breath. Moving safely back towards the ground, the storm having cleared and all his troubles faded away. It does sound nice. He's not sure it's really that simple to give up your fears like that, but it does sound nice. He's doing his best to relax and not worry about this because there really is nothing to worry about. John is here, and he could stand up if he really needed to.

He plays his fingers along John's arm, relaxing his grip a little -- which look, it really is brave, all things considered -- trying to relax his expression and just lay back in the water. "Is this the part where you let go?" Ianto murmurs, still a little uncertain of the idea even despite John's relaxation techniques.