"Fair point," John said, knowing full well how stupid things could be when you were drunk. He had, after all, been stationed with a bunch of soldiers in the Middle East, and then there was university... And weddings. And the bachelor parties that came before said weddings.

All of that had stopped when he'd returned from Afghanistan, but he still remembered. He raised an eyebrow at Ianto's comment, taking another, larger sip of his coffee. "You don't look like the sort, no. So, this someone... is bad, I take it? Or, well. Bad for you. Could be a perfectly nice person, I suppose." Could be someone Ianto'd serial... murdered. Oh, stop it. He was over that, really he was. He was drinking the man's coffee, after all.