Ianto lofts an eyebrow at the other man in return but after a moment he moves to stand from the bed he’s sitting on and crosses to join John where he’s sitting instead. He still feels...fragile, for lack of a better way of putting it. He isn’t certain it’s a feeling that will go away any time soon. But this is helping. Even if it feels a little odd to be doing something so normal as this too.

“You’d have to teach me the song either way,” he replies, tentatively shifting closer to the other man. Until he’s just close enough to feel the heat of John’s body by his side, his thigh just touching the other man’s. He’s not sure he really feels up to singing but the chords?

“How does it go then?”