"Thank you," he mumbled, wiping his nose again. This damn cold made being dignified impossible, and his nose was becoming rapidly redder and redder as the day went on. He certainly couldn't command much authority like this, and he had no doubt Gwen would berate him for leaving the flat in the first place, given his health. He'd just had a few things he needed to get done.
"Betty is one of the secretaries," Ianto pointed out, rolling his eyes. He was sick so this time he didn't even bother to hide it. He felt guilty for momentarily forgetting her name, but he had no doubt Tony had no clue who she even was.
"And I had a few things I needed to get sorted." He also needed a break from the baby. He adored Anwen, but he wasn't half as good with her as Jack or Gwen was, and occasionally he just needed to take a break. Work was a welcome distraction from the occasional domestic-induced panic attacks.