Ianto glances up at the other man before he allows himself to be tugged up off of the floor with the pull on his hand. Standing awkwardly before moving to sit back beside him on the bed again. He'd been there before and it seems like an invitation, he supposes. He's not sure what to do with himself once he's there, of course, fidgeting slightly before he turns to glance beside himself again.

"John, I..." he starts, though he can't quite find the right words to continue for the moment either. Licking his lips hesitantly, he collects himself before he starts again. "It's. It's alright. I mean, I'm not. I'm not going to --..."