Ianto groans softly, turning to squint up at the dappled canopy above them and then tosses John an exasperated look.

"Isn't it enough to just -- agree that we're going to be indoors for the next while and leave it off for now?" he all but begs. Because no, Ianto does not appreciate the idea of sunblock in the slightest. He has just washed the damn stuff off of himself, after being covered in multiple layers of it for days, can't he just enjoy being clean a change?