[A quirk of an eyebrow is the only answer Ian needs to give to that shrug. He recognises when he's trying to blow himself off, thank you.]

Are you? [His tone is light, tinged with an innocent tone to match his other self's look. He takes another sip of coffee, more to give a pointed pause between his words than anything else.] Or are you just lying to yourself? Twice over, technically.

[Ian settles back against his chair casually, an automatic reaction to his discomfort.]

If you didn't want an opportunity to voice some things, you wouldn't have agreed to this. That we're here at all means we both think there's something worthwhile to be gotten from this conversation.

[He flicks a finger in gesture to his other self's untouched coffee, raising his own to his lips again. Drink your damn coffee, Ian; he didn't make it just so it could go cold. ]

I didn't drug it, if that's what you're thinking.