John thinks: I'm much better at hurting people than I am at helping them some days.
And he thinks: But right now, I'm not protecting you. I'm protecting myself.
He keeps his eyes dropped to Ianto's knees, trying to work out what he wants to say. Or how he should even say it.
"I think," he says finally, "we should both get some sleep. My arm is still sore and everything's a little fuzzy. You know I'm not great at this stuff on a good day."
Let alone when his arm has recently been gnawed and he's exhausted. John sighs tiredly, sways himself to bump against Ianto again.
"Please," he adds, because he doesn't want to have this conversation like this. He's not in the best state for it, and he doesn't think Ianto really is either.
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John thinks: I'm much better at hurting people than I am at helping them some days.
And he thinks: But right now, I'm not protecting you. I'm protecting myself.
He keeps his eyes dropped to Ianto's knees, trying to work out what he wants to say. Or how he should even say it.
"I think," he says finally, "we should both get some sleep. My arm is still sore and everything's a little fuzzy. You know I'm not great at this stuff on a good day."
Let alone when his arm has recently been gnawed and he's exhausted. John sighs tiredly, sways himself to bump against Ianto again.
"Please," he adds, because he doesn't want to have this conversation like this. He's not in the best state for it, and he doesn't think Ianto really is either.