"Ianto Jones, well dressed and love sick," John remarked with a cocky smile on his face, recalling Ianto with a level of fondness because he had enjoyed meeting him, even if he didn't like John even slightly and clearly was killing any chance that he'd ever get Jack back. Not that he ever had Jack in the first place, not really. He'd tried, he'd failed. Oh well. At least he got laid a lot.

"You think they kill too much? Oh please, they try to save everyone. Like you, actually. Obsessed with doing the right thing. Tedious, that is, you can't save everyone," Though hopefully he could be saved. And not in a metaphorical 'became good' way but in a not dying kind of style. "It wasn't exciting, I just did it cause I had to. Didn't have much choice."

John was silently for a moment because the way his arm was over his eyes provided a lovely kind of dark and in that foolish second, he very nearly let himself embrace the nice darkness and sink into sleep. Luckily, John caught himself before he did, blinking his eyes several times before removing his arm. "Are you done yet?"