Ianto lets out a soft sigh, sinking further against the other man's side as he does. He's probably right, of course. They'd been walking for days, and the promise of a warm night's sleep on a real bed nearly brings tears to his eyes, he's so relieved to think of it.

He's not certain he's gotten anywhere, with this conversation attempt. Not as far as he might have liked, at any rate. John is... Surprisingly stubborn about all of this. And surprisingly soft for that matter as well. Nervous and uncertain, and Ianto supposes he'll have to tread carefully. Be patient, as John had asked. He will certainly do his best to try, at any rate.

"I'm pretty sure that we're both running on just fumes at this point," he agrees. Leaning quietly against the other man's side for a few moments longer before continuing to ask, cheekily, "Is this a subtle request for me to give your bed back, then?"