[It's cute, the way he seems so overwhelmed and distracted by everything. Ianto let's him enjoy the spray of water for a moment before handing his hands to the mix. Intimacy in the shower has always been very much their thing and he enjoys the feel of his pulse under his fingers, enjoying the simple sensation of touching him before reaching for the soap, running it over the muscles and skin of a body that is so very different today.]
Harsh criticism coming from a man who hasn't eaten in a hundred years. I suppose I should be offended.