He supposes he should have expected this response, but John tiredly wishes he could say something at this point that doesn't result in more tears.
"Ianto," he protests weakly, but then he toes off his shoes again and sit back on the bed, draws the other man a little better into his arms. "I'm really... not good at this. I mean I've been aiming to make this better but I'm pretty sure I'm making you cry more, so unless you want me to resort to playing Ghost Riders in the Sky again I'm going to... need some direction here."
Is he even doing anything right at all? Is he making this worse? Should he just give up and get them both some beer to try and cope with this? John has no idea. This is far more crying within a 24 hour period than he's even experienced at a funeral. All Sheppard family funerals involve silent resentment and stoic misery.
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"Ianto," he protests weakly, but then he toes off his shoes again and sit back on the bed, draws the other man a little better into his arms. "I'm really... not good at this. I mean I've been aiming to make this better but I'm pretty sure I'm making you cry more, so unless you want me to resort to playing Ghost Riders in the Sky again I'm going to... need some direction here."
Is he even doing anything right at all? Is he making this worse? Should he just give up and get them both some beer to try and cope with this? John has no idea. This is far more crying within a 24 hour period than he's even experienced at a funeral. All Sheppard family funerals involve silent resentment and stoic misery.