"No!" Ianto says quickly, pulling the handkerchief away from the other man's reach. Taking another moment to collect himself before he replies again, "No, I. I can do it, I just." He glances aside at his bag. "I think. I'll need my gloves."

He sets the pitcher down for a moment and reaches for the bag again, digging through it for his gloves as he does. Glancing back up at John out of the corner of his eye and at the angry wound on his arm as he does. Understanding the state of his injury now -- rather intimately, for better or worse.

"It just surprised me, is all," he says. "It's stupid, but I. Forgot that would happen." He pauses a beat as he sits back up with the gloves in hand, watching John closely, before he continues, "These are only going to protect me from feeling this. Can I -- get you anything?" He flicks the other man the ghost of a smile, before he suggests, "A drink, perhaps?"