God. Ianto puts down the ice pack and tries not to embarrass himself any further by hiding his face in a few bites of sandwich. At least, until Jim offers for him to take his bed and nope, he's awkward all over again.

"Oh -- your... Are you sure?" He glances back at Jim's bed and then around the apartment, realizing that there really aren't that many places to sleep here otherwise. "I didn't mean to. If you just give me a blanket or something I can take the floor, I don't mind." He'll probably wake up stiff as all hell, but he doesn't mean to impose on the other man's space or take advantage of Jim's hospitality.