Jack curls tighter around Ianto, tucking his head in the crook of his shoulder as he does. His fingers rub circles against Ianto's shoulderblades and he nods in return to Ianto's go-ahead.

"Okay," he replies. He knows that he doesn't have much time, even with the permission Ianto is giving him. So he descends fast to get this done right. It will, of course, mean removing the patch and putting that memory back in its rightful place. Putting the rest of the fire out with an even gentler touch than he had been using before. He does these things with the utmost caution, knowing that one wrong step could start a whole hell of trouble. It's got to be uncomfortable. This memory is ugly, in ways that Jack tries very hard not to think about.

When it is mended and uprighted, put in its place and tended to, it's still a pretty angry memory, but it's as good as it can get without time to heal it, and Jack takes a deep breath and steps back out of Ianto's mind again for the second time that night. Turning his head, he presses a kiss against Ianto's jaw before he asks, quietly, "Better?"