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[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Ianto's holding a more than slightly bloodied tea towel to his stomach, and is crouching over a first-aid kit,  rooting through it slightly shakily.  He eventually manages to find a painkiller.  He tears of the wrapper, jamming the syringe into his leg before starting to search through the first-aid kit again.]

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[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

[finishes bandaging and sits back, giving it a once over] There... You think you can manage to keep away from the dogs now?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Pretty sure. [Have a slightly forced smile.] Thanks.

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

[gives him a small smile, but at least it isn't as forced?] You're welcome.