John drops his eyes absently to Ianto's knees, turning over that thought. No, it isn't really any substitute -- but he supposes it says a lot that Ianto felt he still wanted it. Needed it.

Needs him, still.

John thinks: I once flew a jumper with stitches after a building fell on me, I'd need to be dead before I let you get hurt.

He says:

"I'm just better at taking them. Every team has a tank, you know."