To be quite honest, Jack wasn't sure why he was still sitting in Ianto's side of the bed and talking this rationally (or as rationally as Jack could manage at the present) with the clone. And then there was that whole nagging feeling in the back of Jack's mind that he was not going to give voice to. No, not yet.
Jack's head moved just enough to follow Ianto's progress around the room as he paced. "That doesn't answer my question," Jack snapped, drawing his lips into a thin line. It did, however, further bring any and all of Jack's doubts into question. Damn you. Leave me be. Please. Jack's jaw clenched, trying to push aside the naggling feelings of doubt. "Tea?" Jack arched a brow. "If you wanted to offer me comfort it'd be coffee and not tea."
The problem with this was that Jack didn't do benefit of the doubts. Still, he found himself speaking in spite of of his lack of want to give into misgivings. "If I said my psychic abilities were just fine, what would I be seeing?" Jack's skills were decent, part of the training from the Agency -- only his mind tended to wander more often than naught.