"Shit, that sucks." Life this hopeless without being stuck in a fishbowl. He gestures vaguely. "I was wandering hopelessly too before I got whisked away here, but here I found Ianto, found hope again. Total fucking illusion that was." Now, he's lost Ianto, and he's lost any tiny inkling of hope too.
He knocks back the last of the vodka and blinks blearily at Gaeta. "Can you think of a better way of dealing with it?" he asks pointedly, and behind the general belligerence there's a genuine question. He's seriously running out of ways of dealing with this here.