Ianto can't help but let out a huff of laughter at the thought of it. The idea of John wrestling Jack to the ground and stunning him so that they might drag him out of the forest by force is -- comical at best, though probably not the best idea, considering the state of the other man's arm at the moment. He has to concede that it probably would help him relieve some of that tension, however.

He glances aside at the other man again, as he dunks his chunk of bread into his soup and chews on it thoughtfully. He seems -- restless, to say the least. Not uncomfortable in the way he might have been before, but certainly not comfortable in the way that Ianto would like for him to be.

"Are you all right?" he asks again, gently. "Listen, I can... The soup will keep, if you'd rather we just... Get this over with." The sooner they clean up that wound, the sooner it can be bandaged and splinted in place, after all. Or is there something else he can do? He feels wrong, guilty, to be sitting there eating while John fidgets beside him. And truth be told it's making him more than a little antsy too.