"OW!"
"Oh please." Owen said, rolling his eyes. "Don't be a baby."
"You did that on purpose." Ianto gritted his teeth.
"Okay, we'll play your way then. I'll not do anything on purpose, how would that be for you?" Owen said, aggravated. He stood. "At the rate you're going, you're going to bleed to death right here on the operation table. How does a slow and painful keel-over sound to you? Appealing?"
They were all tense; their feeling of safety had flew out the window as soon as they realised that Jack had disappeared. Owen had handed over his position to Gwen, who was now second in command. First in command as of now, and none of them felt safe like they did with Jack. That was why Ianto was bleeding; he had panicked during a Weevil capture. He had never panicked before.
Ianto took a deep breath, wincing as the motion erupted pain in his upper chest. His fingers clenched the metal sides of the bed unconsciously, and then he just...relaxed. He let all of his worries and frustrations float away as he closed his eyes and titled his head back. "I'm sorry."
Owen raised an eyebrow. "Pardon?"
"I said I'm sorry. For shooting you, for everything. I'm sorry."
And maybe that moment was when everything changed for them.