"Yeah," John manages weakly, "just a little spinny. Give me a minute."

He reaches out for Ianto tiredly, slides a hand over his shoulder and then around to cup his neck -- a gentle attempt at easing some of the concern he can see in the other man's posture. Can feel in the way he's hovering over him and touching him.

"What did I tell you about being on the floor," he tries, and though he's aiming for more energy in the chide it still sounds a little off.