"I'm counting on it," Ianto replies, watching John wash his shirt in the water and wondering if he should do the same with his own clothes. Maybe later, when he can hang them up properly.

Sighing slightly, Ianto submits himself to the fact that he's just going to have wet shorts for the next while and bends to start collecting his clothes. Slipping his tshirt on and awkwardly slinging his trousers over his shoulder before turning back to John.

"In this humidity? I'll be lucky if I ever dry out again," he gripes, albeit only halfheartedly.