Ianto flicks Jim another ironic smile at his words. "Something like that, yes," he replies. "I would be fascinated in the lot of it if the total destruction of life as I knew it hadn't played a factor in getting me here. But here we are," he continues, glancing around the room, "expected to play at college orientation nonetheless. I don't know whether it's better or worse that we're all just supposed to... Carry on."

He takes a steadying breath, before turning back to the other man once more. He is very handsome. Confident and American in a way that reminds him of Jack, and Ianto deliberately steers his train of thought clear of any further comparison for now. "Two months, then. How have you been settling in so far?" He flicks another ghost of a smile -- come now, Ianto, the conversation is only just getting started, don't scare him away with your melancholy. "Is there hope for me yet?"