Ianto's trying not to make a habit of this, but he's facing his own spiral of despair and when the alternative is succumbing to that, he'd rather succumb to a few too many pints instead. A tried and true tactic and one that Ianto's a bit too familiar with, a fact that would be more concerning to him if he didn't have so many other things to worry about in the moment as well.

He's only partway through his second of the night however when the man beside him turns to speak. Not exactly a rare phenomenon, but rare enough in that most of the patrons seem to want to keep themselves to themselves in this place, which is fine with Ianto.

He turns himself, raising an eyebrow both at the question and at the state of the man's face in general.

"Ouch," he observes with a wince.