Ianto stumbles into the locker room, making his way down the row of lockers and muttering in Welsh under his breath. He hates the grav couches, he's decided. For the second time in far too short a period, his head feels fuzzy and he's drenched in goo. His irritation only increases when he turns the corner and finds Jack, fully dressed and fully aware and fully charming.

He scowls. "I've no idea how, but I'm absolutely certain you cheated to get here before me."