"Hey, when you have a minute, run up and see Owen, ok? We need a new blood draw."
"Blood? Why?" Ianto asked, alarmed.
"Because we had to use one to… you know, the whole DNA, confuse the bomb thing."
Ianto frowned.
"Just take a minute, I promise. You can get right back to your files," Jack grinned.
Ianto didn't look allayed.
"What?"
Ianto swallowed. "I'm not… very good… with needles."
"I don't remember there being much protest the first time around."
Ianto closed his eyes. "I had slightly bigger things on my mind at that moment."
Jack nodded understandingly. "Would it help if I held your hand?"
Ianto looked up at him, expecting to see a smirk making fun of him. Instead Jack looked serious and concerned. It took Ianto a long while to respond, a myriad of feelings playing through him. Finally, he shifted uncomfortably and attempting to tease, said, "Not if Owen's the one doing the draw."
"I could do it," Jack offered. "I'd be as gentle as possible."
"You… you've had phlebotomy training now, eh?"
Jack nodded. "Basic medical, anyway. A few times over. Look at it this way, you can hang onto me until I've got what we need, then you can have a free pass to kill me. Oughta make ya feel a little better."
"Don't joke about that."
"Sorry. But you could belt me. I wouldn't even mind," Jack shrugged.
"I'd rather sock Owen. But I'd rather you do the draw. I know you won't mess about trying to find a vein or something."
"Numbing agent?"
Ianto shook his head quickly. "Hate that stuff. I'd rather just deal with the needle."
"Ok. I'll kiss it better after."
"Maybe you could start with that now?"
Jack grinned. "Gladly," he said, pulling Ianto into his arms.