Jack smiles to himself, and brushes Ianto's hair back, just once, then adjusts the pillow under his head, before standing up straight, regarding him, bruises and all.

Guilt he can understand in himself, and even perhaps the protectiveness is natural right now. But really, even for him, it should be a little early for fondness. But there it is.

He turns in silence, and heads off to let Ianto sleep awhile.