[Ianto hadn't realized how much he needed this until right now. Is been a terrifying two days with no sign of getting better and he's suddenly desperate for this, for something as simple and good as physical contact. It isn't enough to fix everything but it is a very needed reminder of what they do have, that there's still plenty of good worth hanging onto.
He makes no protest as he rips his shirt away, shrugging quickly out of what's left of it and tossing it to the floor before tugging Spike's t-shirt off over his head and pressing up against him in a desperate need for more contact.]