Jim has no expectation other than this going fine, because there's no reason for it not to. Anyway - as predicted, he's bright eyed and bushy tailed before Ianto is even conscious, having stayed awake to do some correspondence, slept a little in a chair with his feet up, then hopped up before dawn to shower and get ready to roll.

He's currently leaning against the counter, chewing on some leftover sandwich. It's a little soggy, and the lettuce has gone funny in the fridge.

"Sure you're gonna be okay? I could probably find some toothpicks to hold your eyelids up if you need it."