"Yeah," John agrees softly, and he slips his hand free of Ianto's after squeezing it in answer -- shuffling the sheets and pillows around and sliding under as he wills the lights into dimming to nothing. He waits until Ianto is moving to settle himself before he reaches out for him, begins to pull him back into his arms so he can wrap them around him from behind. So he can begin to slowly soak body-heat into him.

"I just want you to be happy", he admits after a moment. It's easier this way, in the darkness when Ianto can't look at him.