Ianto's smile turns into something of a wince, shaking his head in response to the suggestion.

"Fresh out, I'm afraid," he replies, softly. He supposes that he could always go out and see what they might have in the city later on, but it wouldn't help John now anyway.

Slipping his gloves on, Ianto reaches out to lay his hand on John's wrist again and offers him a reassuring smile when the discomfort that John is obviously feeling doesn't travel through the contact a second time. He brushes his thumb over the back of John's hand for a moment, before offering, "I can go out and see if I can find anything quickly out there, if you promise to sit tight and wait for me?"

And not try and take care of it himself while he's gone.