Jonesing. Ha. Ianto shakes his head and then winces slightly at the motion. Right, no doing that for a while, at least until the throbbing settles down.

"I'll be fine," he says, aiming for his best reassuring tone. "As tempting as the offer may be. What about your arm?" He has a feeling that the bandage that the other man has wrapped around it is only meant to be temporary, considering how hastily it was tied.

He reaches to accept the other man's help up and studies his expression once he's there. The agreement was to keep an eye on each other, remember? He may not be the best in a fight, but this fussing he can certainly manage.