Poor Ianto. He should have thought about broaching the subject earlier. He just assumed out of sigh out of mind, but that had been stupid. It was a mark on Ianto's own body, the boy must remember the day it was placed on him. A faint searing pain went through his body as he clenched his fist.
"I just didn't want him to know." He sighed. "Don't ever tell him this, but when I met Ianto he was a shell of what he is now. It took years for him to come back out of that shell." He looked up from the bottle to DeWitt. "Money is no issue and neither is strange foods. If he wants it off, then I want it off even more."