John doesn’t even know the half of it. Doesn’t understand how far Ianto had fallen after that, and Ianto’s not really keen on telling him that part either. Not unless it becomes relevant in some way. But he does appreciate the support John offers, even so. Even without knowing the rest.

“Yeah,” he says, taking the bottle from the other man and knocking back another healthy swig, leaning into the touch of John’s hand a little after he does. “They beat me over the head with a baseball bat,” he offers, with a wince of memory. “Well, they beat me in general with the bat, but it was hitting me in the head that did me in.” He glances aside at the other man, flicking him the hint of a smile. “I headbutted him in the face so that Toshiko could escape to get help. I don’t think he quite approved...”