This was beyond stupid. Of all the things Jack could come up with, the best he could do was dying? Really? Dying? Still, Ianto figured that someone sensible needed to be there, so he went, picking his way through melting slush and muddy ground carefully. Once he got there, Ianto looked for dry ground or stone or something to stand on.
"Alright, how is this going to work?" he asked, tugging on his waistcoat and straightening his tie, though both were rumpled beyond repair from being slept in. Still, one did what one could, right? "And are you really going to attempt to kill one another?" Ianto kept his face flat and impassive, but later, when this was all said and done, he was giving Jack a ding round the ear for this.