"You know, I thought that might be the case," Ianto replies. "It seemed to be more answers from Darma than I've ever heard myself, but then again I've only been here for... Three months or so?" Has it really only been so long as that? It feels longer, but then again so many things have happened in between now and then. The coalition. The mission to transport the heart, and now this.

He takes in another breath, letting it out slowly before moving his other hand to cup Jim's between them. "But you're right. The dragon did solve at least one of our problems. Though it obviously created far more." He squeezes Jim's hand between his own. "And need to use this time to regroup. Recover. Speaking of which -- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to... Here I am going on like this and look at you, Jim. Your hand." Not this one, but he saw how awful your fingers look.