John feels a flash of satisfaction for a moment as Ianto stands up, because that's what he wanted. Distance.

Still, it only lasts a moment before he feels the unease settle in again. He wants distance but he doesn't want Ianto to actually leave. They're frustrating, conflicting goals. There's some middle ground he needs to aim for. He hesitates before pushing himself up again, sliding to sit at the head of the bed and grip his hands onto the edge of the mattress.

"It'd be easier for both of us," he offers, because it would be. They wouldn't need to work through any of this. Ianto would need to get hurt, John wouldn't need to watch him suffer.