Ianto nods, shifting for a moment to set the food aside and take up the bowl and cloth again. Hesitating for a moment with the cloth in hand before he offers, "I know that the drugs are taking most of the edge off of it but let me know if -- you know. Any of this bothers you and I can adjust. Or we can stop, yeah? Here..."

He swallows, a little thickly, before tentatively reaching out and making his first attempt to clean the wound again. It had definitely caused the other man discomfort earlier, and he can hardly blame him for it. But the sooner they get it cleaned out, the sooner they can get that disinfectant on it, bandage it up, brace it, and then he'll never have to see under the other man's skin (literally) again, if he has anything to say about the matter.