"Long day," John agrees, "lots of people still with injuries. Not all of them visible."

His free hand smooths up and down Ianto's side while the other stays cupping the back of his neck, keeping him close and warm. Then John eases back a little, turns in and brushes his lips teasingly along Ianto's cheek.

"I think we can turn it around, though."

With a little effort, John is pretty sure the long day can become a more pleasurable long night.