Ianto jumps slightly at the sudden plunge into darkness, but he stays still and waits while John talks the lighting back into cooperating. Padding blearily to the doorway of the bathroom to peer in at the other man in the attempt to make out what it is he's doing exactly, but really it doesn't look like anything. There's only one way to find out if it worked, though.
"Well," Ianto replies, peering up and around at the room around them, as if there's anything they might be able to visualize. "I suppose we'll hear if you missed anything."
He shoots the other man the flash of a smile and moves to step out of the way to let him pass by before he ducks into the bathroom himself. "I wont be long," he tosses over his shoulder and slides the door shut behind him.
True to word, he doesn't take too long. Partially because he's afraid there really might be someone watching from somewhere, partially because he doesn't want to leave John waiting for too long, and partially because he really is tired. When he emerges from the bathroom shortly thereafter, he feels a little warmer, a lot cleaner, certainly more comfortable, and like he could fall asleep right then and there if he let himself.
"I still feel a bit as if there are eyes on me everywhere I go," he comments, padding across the room to drop onto the edge of the bed. He took the liberty of changing in the bathroom, and dropping his clothes by the foot of the bed to deal with tomorrow, he tucks his feet underneath a corner of the blankets to keep them warm.
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"Well," Ianto replies, peering up and around at the room around them, as if there's anything they might be able to visualize. "I suppose we'll hear if you missed anything."
He shoots the other man the flash of a smile and moves to step out of the way to let him pass by before he ducks into the bathroom himself. "I wont be long," he tosses over his shoulder and slides the door shut behind him.
True to word, he doesn't take too long. Partially because he's afraid there really might be someone watching from somewhere, partially because he doesn't want to leave John waiting for too long, and partially because he really is tired. When he emerges from the bathroom shortly thereafter, he feels a little warmer, a lot cleaner, certainly more comfortable, and like he could fall asleep right then and there if he let himself.
"I still feel a bit as if there are eyes on me everywhere I go," he comments, padding across the room to drop onto the edge of the bed. He took the liberty of changing in the bathroom, and dropping his clothes by the foot of the bed to deal with tomorrow, he tucks his feet underneath a corner of the blankets to keep them warm.