Without hesitation, the hand is taken, though Ivan might be a bit heavier in Timo's hand this time, being too tired to hold his own arm anymore. His grip gets a bit tighter when they venture out of the kitchen and he looks around nervously, as if expecting monsters to jump out from behind corners. It's not quite that, he's just anxious and really doesn't want to run into anyone who could stand between them and the bed. He assumes that Timo would carry him there if he fell asleep while adults are talking but he cannot be sure, and... and. He yawns, stumbling because he didn't saw some uneven spot in the ground but catches himself. "Is it far?"