"The idea was that you don't. Fries aren't worth resisting."

He accepts the one Ianto is waving at him, loosens his grip on Ianto and moves to lean against the counter beside him instead.

"Feed yourself too. I want our arteries equally clogged, here."

John bumps his shoulder against Ianto's and begins rummaging through the packaging for some chicken, submitting himself to getting greasy fingers.