I was kinda hoping you'd stay. Ianto doesn't really know how much he had needed the words until he's heard them. A smile quirking his lips at the next words even as relief floods through him at the first.

"Yeah, well," he replies. "Get used to it, I suppose. We're staying in a veritable ice hotel after all."

Ianto pauses a moment, before patting the bed beside him to invite the other man in. "Come on, then," he says, softly. "I'll try not to squirm," he shoots the other man a look at the word choice, "but these blankets won't be enough alone to keep warm."