Ianto lay back for a moment, Sulu's hands on his one hand, the other man's gentle pleading with him making him want to get up even less, because damn it, he was comfortable there. Pretty much boneless, and he wasn't even quite sure that he had the energy to get up and make it to the bathroom and back, but he knew that he'd regret it if he didn't, and that Sulu would too.

"...yes," Ianto said, with a groan. "I... I really do." He lay there for another moment, gathering the inner strength and resolve, moving to clutch Sulu's hands gently before rolling over and moving to sit on the edge of the bed for a moment, gathering the reserve to finally stand up and make his way to the bathroom for a wet washcloth. He did most of the cleanup for himself while he was there, just to save himself the time and energy of doing it when he returned, getting another washcloth and wetting it and returning to the bedroom to collapse back in next to the other man. "Here," he said, holding it out to him.