Ianto tucks himself close to the other man's chest and does his best to take a few calming breaths in and out, trying to steady himself because he knows that just crying at the other man isn't fair to him, especially because he appreciates this. He lets out a huff of breath at the mention of the song (he had wondered whether he'd try that tactic on him again, hadn't he) which sounds closer to a sob than it should and he tightens his hand on John's tshirt, shaking his head as he tries to collect himself.

"No, no," he says, roughly. "You -- you are. You. You are, I..." He takes in another breath, raising a hand to dash across his face. "I'm sorry, I. Don't mean to." He motions to himself. "Get emotional. I'm not -- usually this bad, I. I don't know what's wrong with me. Please, this is... Stay with me. Like this. I mean, I suppose it's your bed, so. You've got no choice, but." Look it's really hard to make light of a situation when you've been crying long enough your nose is starting to be congested but he's really trying. He does appreciate it, he does.