"My stomach's a bit out of sorts, but thank you," he said, politely declining cookie snackings. Ianto smiled ruefully. "Like the rest of me, actually. I'm not certain how to deal with this. Eventually, I'm going home, but I'm trying to settle myself and it's not working."
Case in point, the verbal mess coming out of his mouth. Ianto looked faintly horrifed at it. The horror came from years of keeping secrets.
"Well. We've got a small town with a big mystery. Some days it feels like we're in a film." A really weirdly written one.