He grins around the neck of his beer bottle, taking a drink. He's presenting the story in his usual ambiguous way, but it is a true one.
His grin morphs into a surprisingly contented smile as he puts the beer down again. "I was," he admits wistfully. "But then I was brought here, and what I'd lost was brought here too on the very same day. Ianto. He'd died, back home. But here, they took him from a few months earlier and so I get a second chance. And it's more than I could ever have imagined."