Ianto regards the other man's expression carefully. Including that smile that John's giving him. He may not be able to feel John's emotions anymore but he can read his expression and the discomfort there. He tries to imagine attempting to clean out that wound again without giving the other man at least something to take the edge off of it. Maybe he should...

He lets out a soft sigh. He doesn't like the idea of stopping when they've only barely begun, stopping when they've already waited this long to clean it out as it is. But he doesn't like to see John so uncomfortable either, if he can offer him another option.

"Will you be all right for a little while longer, then?" he asks, sitting back on his heels, regarding the other man cautiously for a moment longer before zipping up his bag and stuffing his gloves into his jacket pocket. "I'll be as quick as I can. Our host is bound to have some suggestions that will narrow down my search. And I'm sure you'll feel better once I've brought something back."