"I wasn't kidding about the ring I gave you having a protective spell in it," Jim reminds him, doing his version of fussing, which is to reach out to hold Ianto's face still so he can look at it. Hi. Personal space, it was nice having you for a moment. Anyway, he lets him go and stands up, heading to the fridge to fuss around in the freezer for an ice pack.

"I'm gonna tape this to your head," he informs him, "and you're gonna tell me what all went on. It'll be fun, like gossiping. Right?"

Right, Jim. A beat. "And no more beer."

He comes back over and plops the ice back (somewhat gently) on the top of his head. No tape, that was perhaps a dramatic threat and not true. Half to himself: "Man, if me trying to medic somebody doesn't wake Bones up.."