Ianto makes a face at him to suggest how pleasant he considers the idea of John projectile vomiting on him to be, but in all honesty he'd bear it. He's been covered in worse, all things considered.

The idea that they should sit on the floor is a good one, if slightly less comfortable. Ianto takes it in for a moment, before nodding.

"Here," he says, taking John's soup with him as he pushes himself to stand. "I'll let you get yourself settled then. This probably isn't as hot as it used to be but the last thing you need is to burn yourself spilling it as well."