Conscious decision. Except for the first time, it had been a conscious decision. That left him wondering if what Lucy had told him had just been another one of her games, taking advantage of an opportunity like the Saxons seemed so good at.
And then he heard the word 'drink', and all other thoughts left him. Liquor. God, he'd needed a drink for so long now. The idea that he could actually get one now was a little piece of heaven being dropped at his feet.
But two of him was enough to sidetrack his mind onto another path. The last thing he ever wanted to do was to run into himself. He knew he was an ill tempered bastard. He didn't need to meet himself to realize this.
"You've talked to him?" Owen asked, glancing briefly at this Ianto again before looking away. "The other you, that is."