[Ianto has been trying to let Spike have a bit of space for the few days - maybe leaving the occasional thermos of coffee by his door but otherwise space. And now he finds himself torn when he spots him because on the one hand the vampire looks terrible, the sort of terrible that needs a friend to go over and bully them into getting some blood or whatever else you do for vampire that look that bad. On the other there are mistletoe bots on the prowl today and this is one kiss he would actually rather avoid. He wavers for a moment then pulls one of the long-suffering sort of faces he's so good at and hurries over, keeping a nervous eye out for incoming robots the whole time.]