"Shit," he muttered, running over to the broken man and snatching the blade from his shaking hand, "should've got here sooner". At that point Ianto looked up at him for the first time. His eyes were dry, and he looked more lost than upset. "Hey," called Jack softly, "are you okay?". "What do you think?" Came the deadpan reply. "Stay here whilst I get the first aid kit," came the order from the Captain as he disappeared into the kitchen. Jack's touches were gentle and attentive as he cleaned and covered the cuts with dressings and plasters. 'he has nice hands
' wondered Ianto as he sat there, fragile and bored. Eventually, Jack finished and clapped his hands together, startling Ianto out of his trance-like state.
"Want a cup of tea?" the question was unexpected and it took him a while to formulate a simple 'yes'. The warm liquid slowly brought Ianto back to reality, causing him to momentarily panic, but Jack's firm hand on his back grounded him again.
After the tea, they went back into the living room to watch a film for a while (Jack's idea, an attempt to distract him from Lisa and cheer him up again). It seemed to work, Ianto seemed amused by the film (they had eventually decided on deadpool) and was eating a shit-tonne of popcorn, and they both started to relax a little.
Jack decided to stay the night to ensure Ianto didn't do anything stupid. This was against his better judgement because he really shouldn't sleep in his binder, but he had to anyway, because to him Ianto's safety was more important than his own, and he would always heal anyway.