Jack looked around. He wasn't quite sure why he was down in the autopsy bay. He was sure that he'd had a good idea at one point, but it'd gone out the window when Akihiko and Ianto had shown up and thrown what little concentration he had out the window.

"Sounds good to me," Jack said, allowing Akihiko to grab him and lead him away. "I'd much prefer to be surrounded by soft things. Or hard things, either's good, I'm not picky," he said, with a wink.

Ianto holstered his gun. He wasn't sure what he felt about this situation. He felt like he was dreaming. Here he was, worried out of his mind that John had convinced Jack to run off with him, when the man in question was actually just pickling himself. "God, you are drunk," Ianto said. "I...this isn't supposed to be possible," he said in disbelief, turning his gaze to Akihiko.