John has been escorted plenty of places. To be fair, though, that's usually an armed escorted with weapons pointed at him while he may or may not be restrained.

Still, he nods and heads out of the tent -- glancing back toward Ianto before beginning to head along the path toward their so-called starter home.

"Didn't think you were afraid of the dark. What's the occasion?"

Something has prompted this behaviour, after all. It feels a little like concerned hovering, but he could always be wrong.