Ianto spent his weekend:
- Chasing weevils
- cleaning up after weevils
- cataloging weevils
- cleaning up after the cataloging
Thus, it is probably no wonder that while he has a cup of coffee in front of him, wafting its exquistie life-giving scent, his head is propped up on his hand and he is, for all intents and purposes, asleep at the bar.
Startling him awake is not advised. He's armed.
[ooc: Work-related slow responses likely. Your patience is appreciated in advance.]
[tiny tag: Maj. Evan Lorne]