It's a weirdly loaded question, truth be told, the answer to which is overall no. Ianto's question is more specific, though, and John tries to focus past the whirl of pain and soreness and slightly-too-warm clamminess and twitchy awareness of every little sound -- tries to focus on an actual answer.
"Yeah," he offers mildly, "think it's just that stuff you gave me finally working."
He blinks a few times as if to force focus, winces.
"Is it warm in here, or is it just me?"
John suspects it might just be him, since he didn't feel that warm earlier, but he can't be sure unless he asks.
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It's a weirdly loaded question, truth be told, the answer to which is overall no. Ianto's question is more specific, though, and John tries to focus past the whirl of pain and soreness and slightly-too-warm clamminess and twitchy awareness of every little sound -- tries to focus on an actual answer.
"Yeah," he offers mildly, "think it's just that stuff you gave me finally working."
He blinks a few times as if to force focus, winces.
"Is it warm in here, or is it just me?"
John suspects it might just be him, since he didn't feel that warm earlier, but he can't be sure unless he asks.