Ianto's done his best to dress appropriately (and well for that matter) for any environment he's found himself in so far here. He can practically hear his father's voice in his ear reprimanding him otherwise. But still, he's not used to the cold and even cold weather gear can only get you so far.

Taking a few steadying sips of the coffee, he places it down on the counter in front of him, fingers still wrapped around it lest it disappear and be replaced for anything too excited again, and glances aside at his companion.

"It's been a busy few months," he comments. Since the last time they ran into at the museum. "I hope you've been well." With the dragon and all...