A dishwasher too. Ianto can't help but let out the breath of a laugh at the thought, when putting it like that. But he's right, of course. Not everyone can be the hero. You need to have people willing to get dirty too. To do the thankless jobs that not everyone else is willing to volunteer for, if they're looking to set the city back to rights. And Ianto had volunteered for some of that. As much as he could, without stretching himself too far. He had a limit himself, which he needed to be mindful of as well. He'd lived through a similar disaster before, after all. And the ghosts of those memories haunted him to this day.

"You do," he agrees. "It's certainly not for everyone, though." He nuzzles his face against the other man's neck. Relishing his touch, though he had thought he was supposed to be nursing John here, not the other way around.

"What about you?" he asks, turning his head to rest on John's shoulder and glance up at him in turn. "Long day?" Even before the dramatics, that is. He can assume so, given what he knows of work in that tent. But hearing it from John directly would be nice.