“Jack! Don’t make such a fuss!” Ianto was torn between exasperation and amusement. He knew Jack worried, but this was ridiculous.
“But you’re injured! There’s blood and everything!”
“Everything?” Ianto arched an eyebrow.
“Well, blood anyway. You need to apply pressure to stop the bleeding!”
“I need to wash the blood off and find a plaster.” Ianto headed for the kitchenette where he kept a basic first aid kit so nobody had to bother Owen with trivialities.
“But you might need stitches!”
This time Ianto rolled his eyes. “Jack, it’s a paper cut!”
“Can I at least kiss it better?”