"We should. I don't want you catching anything because I kept you barefoot out in the cold." Ianto swooped in, though, after River let him go, and scooped her up into his arms. It felt good to be this close to people, to feel them, feel how alive they were. He didn't want to let it go.
"In we go," he said, cheerfully. Really, he was just as broken as she, but they'd mend.