Oh no, is he bleeding again? Ianto raises a hand to gently touch the area where the cut would be, but when his hand comes away it’s clean. It must have been something on his face then.

“I, ehm,” Ianto hedges, glancing down at his hand, because now it’s obvious what he’s just done, and then back up at Jim again. “It was a long fight. I wasn’t as careful as I should have been towards the end and...” He gestures towards his temple, where the egg is forming.

“It’s. Fine though. I’m alright, I’ve just been tossed around a bit and it’s. Only just a headache,” he tries to reassure the other man. “I’ve had worse.” He’s been concussed before and he’s pretty sure he isn’t. Like, 90% sure anyway.