Ianto let himself be pulled up, wrapping his arm around Jack and leaning into him as they made their way to the bedroom. Slipping the bathrobe off his shoulders, Ianto let it pool on the ground instead of hanging it up where it belonged.
He eased himself into bed, giving Jack a tired smile. "See, told you it wasn't that bad," he teased, even though he knew he looked quite a sight, bruises of varying shades covering a significant portion of his upper body with a few cuts here and there.