"For all I know you might be into that kinda thing. I'm not here to judge."

You know, pimping people. Or maybe voyeurism or something. He tugs Ianto back close into his side again and sighs.

"Listen, I know I'm..."

Difficult? Awkward? Incapable of finishing a sentence? There are so many ways to end that thought. John winces, tries to regroup. He can feel Prior's judgement long-distance, somehow.

"Just... be patient with me. I'm... I am trying."

It may not look like it sometimes, he supposes, but he really is trying.