[ What can he say, there's a lot to unpack when it comes to seeing himself. He'll probably work up some courage and take a look before the day ends, but there's no rush. Really, no rush.
Pulling on his usual black jeans and tee, he follows Ianto into the kitchen. ]
I can tell the difference better now, yeah. Everything's... evened out. Can't hear your heartbeats, but I can feel the temperature of the room. [ And then something strikes him. Something he hadn't noticed until just now. ] It's... quiet.