John tries his best to avoid his touch but Ianto presses the back of his hand to John's forehead regardless. Pleased that he isn't too warm -- not that he supposes an infection would work quite that fast but then one never knows, in a place like this.

Removing his hand, Ianto sits back with a frown to watch as the other man picks at his bread again. He supposes it's good that his arm is feeling better. Ianto would prefer to have the whole matter done with, personally, but he supposes they can handle this on John's time. It is his arm, after all.

"So long as you're feeling better," Ianto fusses gently. "Please do warn me if you start feeling heart palpitations or something, though. I think we've both had enough surprises for one day as it is."