"I'm suited," Ianto chuckled, then blinked. God, had he really just said that out loud? "I mean, with the clothes. You know, the suit." He fell silent, unknowingly swaying slightly as he tried to keep his balance.
"I have a lot of faults. That just seems to be the most pressing one at the moment." He couldn't even remember what cabin he was in right now. But that didn't matter so much. He was here, drinking with a Jack who didn't know all of his dirty laundry, who was smiling and joking with him and who made a fantastic drink. Ianto wasn't one to believe in second chances, but this was as obvious as they got. "I'd like to know some of yours. You seem so... untouchable, where I'm from. Always know what to do, always right. What's bad about you, Jack? It's ok to tell me. I won't remember in the morning, probably."