"Better at what? Having cream applied? I've spent a good amount of time in the care of doctors, it's easier not to argue. Though if you're fishing for compliments, you have very gentle hands."

He'd meant it as a sort of half-joke, but actually it's true. Ianto's hands are gentle. He glances sideways toward the shoulder he's working on, distractedly hands the bottle back to him.

"... Thanks," he adds, because he supposes he should thank Ianto for doing this. He didn't have to, even despite the whole... sunblock revenge aspect. He didn't have to make him go get this stuff, to worry about him.