Ianto rolled his eyes slightly at Sulu's comment, but...couldn't help but nod. "...well," he said, "Jack." As if that explained everything. Which. As a matter of fact, it probably did explain enough. Sulu had been fortunate not to cross paths with Jack at all, but. Jack definitely was recovering from the mood he'd fallen into while Ianto had been sick and the little while after that, when he had still been treating Ianto like glass.

Ianto opened his mouth, flushed deeper, shut it, swallowed, and tried to think of how best to breach this topic here. Now that they weren't being all passion and fast and touch and he was actually using his brain again instead of, well...his body, to think, he wasn't quite sure how to bring it up. Or phrase it correctly.