"I'm always okay," John shrugs, "and whether you're okay is up to you. Always has been, always will be." He pauses, and when he speaks again, it's as if he's making a deliberate decision. "I'm just ... it's been ..."

He rolls his eyes again, and moves to sit on the edge of the bed, his feet on the floor and his back to Ianto. He leans his elbows on his knees and smokes his cigarette down. "Haven't been on the pull for a few weeks, me. Not that it's anything on you. My choice, not your problem."

Still acting like a sodding 15 year old, yup.