John frowns at Ianto, uncertain if he should trust him or if this is just going to descend into an 'all over your face' joke again, before rubbing it a little higher anyway -- trying to blindly reach where Ianto is gesturing to and cover it with more cream. It tingles uncomfortably, but these days nearly everything makes him uncomfortable. It does, at least, seem to be soothing the ache and the sting of his cuts.
"So if you aren't fighting in the ring, why are you here? Just like watching people get their faces messed up?"
He doubts it is that, given Ianto's reaction so far to his own state, but that just makes John all the more curious. Why is this guy here? Maybe waiting for someone? Maybe looking for someone?
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John frowns at Ianto, uncertain if he should trust him or if this is just going to descend into an 'all over your face' joke again, before rubbing it a little higher anyway -- trying to blindly reach where Ianto is gesturing to and cover it with more cream. It tingles uncomfortably, but these days nearly everything makes him uncomfortable. It does, at least, seem to be soothing the ache and the sting of his cuts.
"So if you aren't fighting in the ring, why are you here? Just like watching people get their faces messed up?"
He doubts it is that, given Ianto's reaction so far to his own state, but that just makes John all the more curious. Why is this guy here? Maybe waiting for someone? Maybe looking for someone?