[ He makes himself comfortable, fingers idly stroking through Ianto's hair and everything is such a goddamn mess it doesn't matter if he makes more of it. They can check if the water is still running later, clean themselves up. Maybe he'll slink into Rebecca's apartment and borrow (steal) something to eat. For now he's perfectly happy just sitting here and get themselves together. ]
Ianto... I'm dead. [ Softly, teasing. ] I'll be fine. Would've already healed up if it weren't for this bloody place.