“Jack!” Ianto sighed, exasperated. “It’s my leg that’s injured, not my hands! I’m perfectly capable of feeding myself, I’ve been doing it since I was two!”
“Don’t care! You got hurt and I wasn’t there to save you,” Jack pouted. “The least you can do is let me look after you!”
The logic there seemed a little wonky to Ianto. How come he had to make it up to Jack for getting injured? On the other hand, he was never going to get any peace by arguing.
“Fine, go ahead.”
Jack beamed and lifted a spoonful of soup. “Open wide!”