"Then.. it wasn't much of an experiment and I suppose we should be thankful." That it wasn't much much worse. It seemed that his own mind was more fiendish than the minds of the people who took them. Or sicker.
But then, he's seen pretty sick, to be honest. This doesn't compare in the least.
After a moment's hesitation, Ianto was sliding himself into Jack's lap, neat as you please. The two coats were arranged so that they were hiding in RAF wool and for a moment Ianto could pretend that they weren't here. Just a moment. That's all he wanted. It wasn't too much to ask, was it? "Very few things to be thankful of, in here." It wasn't much of a conversation, was it? They were dancing around the topic like it had been choreographed.