"Mmm," Ianto hums, shrugging noncommittally. He isn't certain that he's really injured anywhere, but he raises a hand to his temple, just above his hairline, which comes away wet with blood. If John were to move around the other side and look hard enough, he'd be able to see a trickle where it had run down just parallel with Ianto's sideburn.

"I'm pretty sure it's stopped," he says, trying to be reassuring. "And if it were worse I wouldn't be standing here talking to you, that much I know. I don't think it's really anything to worry about."