John makes a face at the ceiling, squirms to try and work a little further up the bed.
"That's not true," he grumbles. It's not that he doesn't want Ianto's help. It's not that. John just... He doesn't want to hurt him. He doesn't want to hurt himself. He just... he needs a little space, that's all, and Ianto -- Ianto isn't great at giving space.
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John makes a face at the ceiling, squirms to try and work a little further up the bed.
"That's not true," he grumbles. It's not that he doesn't want Ianto's help. It's not that. John just... He doesn't want to hurt him. He doesn't want to hurt himself. He just... he needs a little space, that's all, and Ianto -- Ianto isn't great at giving space.