John hesitates, takes another steadying breath before casting about then stepping over to grab up a towel. He wipes off his hands, swipes up his t-shirt and pulls it back on.

"I'm gonna get... cream everywhere," he mumbles, and hesitates again before moving in front of Ianto and gently resting his hands on his upper arms. "Listen, I... Of course I want you around around. I mean, nobody else gets my Deadpool jokes for one thing..."

So, you know. He has to keep him. Wants to keep him. Doesn't even really want to let go, it's just -- he's bad for him. He knows he is. Ianto must know that too, on some level, but maybe it's just too late anyway. Maybe it's just... too late. He takes another steadying breath and tugs him forward into his arms properly, loosely holding on.

"This is a bad idea," he murmurs. "I mess everything up, Ianto. I told you, I'm bad at all this. It's why Nancy left me, I just --"

There's so much wrong with him, and he knows that. Then again, maybe Ianto already knows that too.