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Who: John Sheppard & Ianto Jones
What: I Held My Tongue For Like 30 Minutes What More Do You Want?
When: Backdated to the, 24th/25th of May?
Where: Leaving main Wyver for Khalo
Warning(s): Weird Tension, fyrra use
John's best lead for the whole thing is going to be Khalo, but they can at least meander through the main hub first so Ianto can get a drink before he collapses on the floor. He can explain it once Ianto is a little more alert. John is benevolent enough to suggest this without letting on it's mostly for Ianto's sake, even though they both know it is. It's fine, though, he knows the theoretical timeline they're working on -- and since the the whole altar thing was a bust (probably he should mention that, too) this is more firefighting than anything.
He waves off another kid trying to get suspiciously close to him and his bag, mouths scram as he waits for Ianto to get his drink (which, no doubt, he won't enjoy as much as his own fancy coffee) and skims his phone again. It's heating up enough that his jacket is stowed in his bag, and he eyes Ianto idly wondering if he's put on any sunblock. His own arms are getting browner every minute, and he probably has tan lines.
"So," he says, stowing his phone and squinting up at the sky thoughtfully. Clear so far, it's only going to get hotter then. "Your boyfriend seemed in a good mood."
Ultra smooth. Nailed it.
What: I Held My Tongue For Like 30 Minutes What More Do You Want?
When: Backdated to the, 24th/25th of May?
Where: Leaving main Wyver for Khalo
Warning(s): Weird Tension, fyrra use
John's best lead for the whole thing is going to be Khalo, but they can at least meander through the main hub first so Ianto can get a drink before he collapses on the floor. He can explain it once Ianto is a little more alert. John is benevolent enough to suggest this without letting on it's mostly for Ianto's sake, even though they both know it is. It's fine, though, he knows the theoretical timeline they're working on -- and since the the whole altar thing was a bust (probably he should mention that, too) this is more firefighting than anything.
He waves off another kid trying to get suspiciously close to him and his bag, mouths scram as he waits for Ianto to get his drink (which, no doubt, he won't enjoy as much as his own fancy coffee) and skims his phone again. It's heating up enough that his jacket is stowed in his bag, and he eyes Ianto idly wondering if he's put on any sunblock. His own arms are getting browner every minute, and he probably has tan lines.
"So," he says, stowing his phone and squinting up at the sky thoughtfully. Clear so far, it's only going to get hotter then. "Your boyfriend seemed in a good mood."
Ultra smooth. Nailed it.
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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.
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John sounds cheerful about this, but it's partially forced cheer. He's still a little tired and tense about everything they have to do, wary of their surroundings and of the pressure of time on their shoulders.
Wringing out his t-shirt again finally he gives it a shake, squints at it then drapes it over his shoulder a moment while heading back to his bag.
"It's cooler inside at least," he adds, because Ianto is grouchy but it isn't the worst. "Sunblock," he adds, and something in his smile says he knows Ianto won't fully appreciate this.
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"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?
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John shrugs expansively, digging out some to put on himself for a start. Leading by example is meant to be good, right? John can lead by example, since even though he doesn't burn as easily there's no need to tempt fate.
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"Fine," he says, resigned to the fact that this will be his fate for the next -- forever he supposes. Until the summer-like weather ends? Until he digs himself a new underground bunker to live in? "Fine, give it here then. You're never going to let me hear the end of it otherwise. Especially if I do burn that bad." Which he probably would, if he let himself ignore the sunblock.
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Since this a very dramatic response to it. He rubs some over the back of his neck and along his shoulders, squinting down to make sure it's not coming out in big streaks before squirting more into his hands then gently under-arm throwing the bottle to Ianto.
"You're welcome, by the way."
For the sunscreen, the swimming (floating) lessons, the making sure you don't drown, the building you camp sites. You know.
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You're welcome. Yes, alright. So John's been doing a lot for him and Ianto's been. Well, complaining a fair amount about their situation. And probably not as outwardly thankful as he probably should have been. He has thanked him though, hasn't he? A couple of times, at least. He recognizes that he would have probably collapsed from heat stroke out there somewhere if it weren't for the other man, he really does, and if he's focused more on his own inadequacies than on his gratitude for John's calm and steady presence guiding him through all of that, then he is sorry about it. Does John -- regret that? Is this his way of being aggravated with all of the complaining, he has to wonder?
He fumbles with the sunscreen for a moment before glancing back up at the man. How even to begin to respond to that? "Thank you," there's a start. "Sorry." There's another. "I..." He glances away, knowing he's said a lot of it already. "I don't mean to... I am grateful."
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"Hey," he says softly, "I know. Don't worry about it. Did I miss any streaks?"
There, a chance for Ianto to fuss in turn. Since he likes fussing.
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Chewing on his lip for a moment, Ianto moves to step forward and take the opening that the other man is giving him. "A little," he admits, if only because it is true, and also because no one does the back of their neck or shoulders as well as they would like to think. "Here," he says, bracing one hand against John's arm and using the other to work the lotion into the nape of his neck. Smoothing out where he's got a few globs of it just on the edge of his hairline and working the rest of it further down his shoulders. "Do you want me to...?" he asks, after a moment. You do my back, I'll do yours? Even though John's already mostly taken care of himself already.
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You know, so it's not just Ianto tolerating things from John. He doesn't burn easily, nowhere near as easily as Ianto does, but that's no reason not to wear sunscreen. It's still plausible he could, and he'd be a hypocrite if he avoided it after all the nagging he's done.
"Then we can go and find somewhere you can have a drink, if that's still what you want."
Since it was Ianto's choice, after all, and he has the right to change his mind if that was just a flippant remark. John isn't about to hold him to it. He's pretty relaxed about it.
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"No, I'd like a drink," he says. "And food. We could both use a proper meal, I think. I certainly could, at least."
Opening the bottle, he squirts some of the greasy liquid out onto his hand, warming it for a moment before moving to smooth it over the other man's skin.
"Give ourselves a moment to relax, before we jump into whatever comes next," he continues. "We've been on the road for, how many days now? And we're in what amounts to a literal fairy paradise. Let's just. Grab a drink, take a breath, and leave the rest of the night to enjoy ourselves, yeah?" Together preferably but if John would prefer to go off on his own to do so then that's his call.