"Don't worry about it?" Ianto asks, a little incredulously, even as he lets the other man tug him into his lap so that they can sit together, wrapped in each other's arms. "You do know who you're talking to."

He leans his head against the side of John's, moving to press a kiss to his temple and just rest his lips against the other man's skin for a moment before gathering himself again.

"You didn't remember who I was, John," he presses. "You didn't remember -- any of the last six months. You held a gun on me," he adds, because while the rest of it had been pretty awful, there had really been no guarantee that he wouldn't shoot him. "That's -- never mind the fact that you nearly just passed out on me, none of this is fine."