[He wraps himself around Ianto as he snuggles in. It's such a relief to be able to touch him again, after spending yesterday so entirely alone. It wasn't really that different from dying, given that he felt very much like a ghost amongst them.
His relationship with Spike is different enough that they haven't really progressed to cuddles yet, except post-coitally, so he's not going to push on that one either. He understands that Spike needs his space, but he tries to make it clear with his body language that he is totally invited to join them in their cuddling if he wants to.]
What's wrong with knitting? People keep telling me I need to find things to do that don't revolve around sex, and I might as well do something useful with my time!
[He might actually be secretly knitting each of them a mug cosy, to keep their respective coffee or blood warm.]