No. No, no, no, this is wrong, all wrong, and Ianto feels his heart sinking as John presses his lips to his forehead and moves to pull away. Maybe they will have a better conversation on a decent night's sleep but Ianto doesn't think he'd manage one, not with so abrupt a change as that.
"Wait." He reaches for John's arm, moving to turn with him even after he's shifted his weight away. His blue eyes wide as he searches the other man's face for the exact point of distress. Doing a mad once-over of his words to find the crack there as well. "John, please. I can't. I can't always tell when I've got it right but I know bloody well when I've got it wrong. Please." He shifts his grip on the other man's arm down to clasp at his hand.
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"Wait." He reaches for John's arm, moving to turn with him even after he's shifted his weight away. His blue eyes wide as he searches the other man's face for the exact point of distress. Doing a mad once-over of his words to find the crack there as well. "John, please. I can't. I can't always tell when I've got it right but I know bloody well when I've got it wrong. Please." He shifts his grip on the other man's arm down to clasp at his hand.