Ianto supposes he can't argue with that. He definitely is covered in bruises and it definitely would be a nightmare to sleep on the ground, especially with his head still feeling so achy and off. Alright, fine. Towels, shower. He can do this. He can be a functional human, and he can let Jim host him, and he can allow himself not to feel like an imposition for just one night. He really doesn't need to get knocked out, thank you very much.

He casts a glance aside at the other man, shooting him a sheepishly gracious smile. "Remind me never to get on your bad side then," he quips, because it's easier to focus on this Vulcan nerve pinch than it is to question anything else. He wields the towel he's fetched with a small flourish.

"Thanks for this. All of this. I'll try to make it quick."