Ianto gives the question a moment's thought. What does he find peaceful? Growing up, he had found it peaceful going to his Nan's. His Nan's in general, really. He'd felt safe there. He could tell her anything. But she had died, and he had his fond memories of what she had meant to him yet they weren't a peace that he could find now. He felt safe in the Torchwood Hub, but it's gone now too, and it had never really been peaceful either. Just a home away from home.

Ianto can't deny that he's a fussy man. He struggles to find that inner peace within himself, never mind outside of it. "I..." he says, which is about the time he realizes that John's hand is no longer at his back supporting his weight. Well, he'd known that John hadn't been supporting him for a while now, but he'd not really registered it up until this moment. Floundering for a thought, and floundering for his balance, he does his best to think about how long it had been. Ten seconds? Fifteen? Is he floating away? No, John wouldn't let him do that. He has to still be just there beside him. He is... Isn't he?

It's glancing aside at the other man -- or the thought process that has him doing so, he supposes -- that gets him in the end. Ianto isn't a swimmer, he doesn't know how to scull. Turning his head to the side tips his balance and before he knows it he's rolling sideways, grabbing for the other man and trying to gain a sense of equilibrium that doesn't just have him madly flailing in the water again. Well shit. So much for peaceful thoughts.