Ianto hummed under his breath for a moment, settling himself against the other as he did so, his back to Sulu's chest, pressed against the warmth that Sulu provided. "...much," he said, finally managing the word itself as he shifted an arm to hold Sulu's close around him.

"...sleep," he commanded, gently, not sure if Sulu was even awake to hear him anymore or not. They were both wiped, and Ianto himself didn't even have the energy or the desire to fight his eyes to stay open, settling back against Sulu, his body so relaxed that he was almost unconscious anyway. He knew that they weren't going to stay like this for very long. That they were going to fall asleep and Sulu was going to sprawl and he'd wake up somehow blanketed with the other man, but he didn't care. Because in that moment, despite all the drama earlier in the evening, everything was perfect.