Ianto panted a bit as Spike pulled him to the head of the bed, having to let go of Spike's hand to steady himself a bit as he scrambled over the soft surface of the bed. Involutary tears stung his eyes, and he shivered violently as Spike's hand came to rest on the back of his neck, following the movement of it as much to try and get away as obey.
He nodded silently when Spike told him to stay, reaching a hand out to steady himself against the wall when he swayed, the bed not the easiest thing to keep his balance on in this position. He heard Spike move away, and wondered a moment what else he'd brought up beside the beer. Only a moment, as he knew he'd find out, sooner or later.