It takes Ianto a moment to understand that that's the answer to his question. Yes, John will try it. No, he will not take it from him. Not so directly as he was offering, at least.
He tries not to be offended by it. He shouldn't be. It's not John's fault. None of this is.
"Ah," he says, smoothly, before pushing himself up to stand again. "It's probably. Better if you didn't drink it straight from the bottle. I'll get you, ehm." He re-caps the vial for a moment so that he can dig around in his bag for a moment, before producing a smaller satchel, from which he produces a small metal spoon. Yes, he really has brought a set of his own silverware with him on this journey.
"Here," he says, moving back to sit beside him on the bed. "They said it should be taken by mouth, but. A spoon should do just as well, yeah?" He measures out the necessary amount of drops of the stuff into the spoon before carefully turning it to pass to John. Flicking him a carefully hesitant smile as he asks, "Do I need to start singing about sugar now too? I'm not above pulling out all the tricks I have, if it helps."
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He tries not to be offended by it. He shouldn't be. It's not John's fault. None of this is.
"Ah," he says, smoothly, before pushing himself up to stand again. "It's probably. Better if you didn't drink it straight from the bottle. I'll get you, ehm." He re-caps the vial for a moment so that he can dig around in his bag for a moment, before producing a smaller satchel, from which he produces a small metal spoon. Yes, he really has brought a set of his own silverware with him on this journey.
"Here," he says, moving back to sit beside him on the bed. "They said it should be taken by mouth, but. A spoon should do just as well, yeah?" He measures out the necessary amount of drops of the stuff into the spoon before carefully turning it to pass to John. Flicking him a carefully hesitant smile as he asks, "Do I need to start singing about sugar now too? I'm not above pulling out all the tricks I have, if it helps."