Jack turned to glance around them at the broken mirror all around them on the floor. Seeing visions in the mirror... It sounded mad, but Ianto wasn't a man to make something like that up. If he saw it, he saw it. "Converting Mica?"

He turned back to Ianto and noticed just how shaken the other man was, even in that moment. He stroked his cheek gently before leaning forward to put his other hand on the other side of Ianto's face. "Hey," he said, gently. "Are you alright? Why don't we stand up. Go into the bedroom. This place is a minefield of broken glass..." Plus, he thought that getting out of the bathroom and into a more neutral zone might be better for Ianto in that moment.