Ianto takes a deep breath himself as he moves to lie back and focus his mind on things other than the water closing in on him. Like John's suggestions of the fungle or the smoking lounge and whether he had actually been serious about either of them. So far so good, he at least gets himself floating while balanced on John's arm again, though that's the easy part. Balanced with John's help, clutching at John's arm. He's not supposed to be clutching at him here, is he? Ianto forces himself to release his grip and let his hands float, forcing himself to breathe again.

"One of these days," he says, nervously, "I really need to ask you where all this with the Ferris wheels came from." You know. Both the relaxation technique and. The obsession with Ferris wheels in general.