Ianto finishes wiping his hands off enough so that he feels his hands are reasonably clean enough to wipe at his face now. No, we can't be good at everything, can we? And Ianto is starting to understand more of John's flaws now. Not that he hadn't known them before, but it's hard to ignore them when they're staring him straight in the face. It's just that they're not as simple as being terrible at skipping stones or not knowing how to swim. Their roots lay deeper and there's something sharp and painful hidden in their core.

"I had no idea you felt so strongly about my trousers," Ianto replies at last. Because he recognizes that John really is trying to get him back out of this funk here, and he appreciates the effort, even if he's not certain he'll manage it for another few days or so. He supposes that's another flaw to list. Excessive moodiness. (Though that's hardly being fair on himself, he knows he has more than enough reason.)