"Yeah." He grimaces, nose scrunching, and pushes his thumb at the spot between his eyes. Fucking ice cream headaches. Sometimes his imagination is a little too good. Good thing that his milkshake is not actually a milkshake and is really hot cocoa. "I mean, I am. Awake. Just... not right now." He clears his throat and takes a sip of the hot cocoa. Yeah, that's leagues better. What if, bear with him, Ianto talked about anything other than his physical and mental health? That would also be great. "And you? You're new? New-ish."