"Good," John confirms, and tilts Ianto's head a little to clean the trickle of blood down the side of his head. "Now, the name of the place we just left and the name of the place we were going to?"

More recent, to check both ends of the memory spectrum. He winces slightly as he dabs off the blood, not wanting to press too hard in case it hurts but wanting to make sure he's getting it clean and not missing anything worse underneath it.