"Isn't it?" Ianto wonders aloud across to him, raising an eyebrow at the other man before glancing back down at his hands. Maybe he isn't being fair. John has let him help this much, after all. But had he wanted him to? That is another question entirely.

Then again, maybe this is his fault again. There had been a time when John had worn himself into the ground, and whether it was something to do with the Natha or something more, for a few brief minutes he'd forgotten this place. Forgotten him. John had had no problem letting him fuss over him then. It has to be now. This. Him. And all the damage he has left in his wake.