Bit by bit, tension was beginning to recede from Jack's shoulders, and he further relaxed with Ianto's presence here. It was a touch he craved, had missed, and was, apparently, about to have back. He slid his hand ever so slightly, moving to settle against his knee, thumb absently drawing small circles.
Jack's opinion on things was that he didn't like what was going on. And the fact that people were rushing off to dip themselves in something they didn't understand bothered him. How could people be so damned desperate to be healed of maladies? "What about you?" Jack asked suddenly, giving voice to his thoughts. "If a temporary insanity came with healing every illness you had, would you do it? Take a dip in the pits, no matter what would happen. Say you were a vampire and the pits offered a chance to fix you, would you? Is there a price too high for immortality?"
Ianto's opinion he trusted.
Jack just gave Ianto a look, cut short only by the lack of tongue being stuck out at him. Jack was, at least, more mature than a thirteen year old -- just slightly. "One more thing to tack onto the list of things I've done," Jack said with a snort. "Next thing we know Weevils will be coming through here as well and then we're all in trouble." Jack paused. "Not to mention who else is here. John Hart, for one." This would either go over very well or very badly.
Lightly, Jack squeezed Ianto's knee. "Suzie, yes, but..." He drew his lips into a line, face growing serious once more. "Ianto, what is the last thing you remember?"