Ianto brought a hand up to cover Sulu's on his cheek, shutting his eyes for a moment and just standing there, breathing, taking in this moment. He had felt so helpless, so useless in talking to Owen, that to have this kind of support to come back to, to be able to rely on...it was almost too much. He opened his eyes and looked at Sulu, just looked at him for a moment, before he spoke up. "...sometimes," he said quietly, softly, "I think that you're too good to me..."

Like this moment, for example. Ianto hadn't given much thought to Valentine's Day. He hadn't even thought to ask Sulu over in the first place. But he'd come, and he'd had roses and a bottle of wine from his home, even, and...what did Ianto have in return? A pretty low mood on this holiday of all days. He was definitely killing the mood, that was for sure.