[LOG WITH SULU][forward-dated to valentine's day]

[torchwoodteaboy]

Ianto had gotten back from Owen's birthday party and immediately gone to the fridge to get himself a lager. He had intended to leave early that night to sober up, but. He needed the alcohol. Needed the burn and the haze to get over the fact that he had just been talking to a friend that would be dead in a few months time. A friend who he'd watched die once already, and well. Yes, it was Valentine's day, and Sulu was coming over, but Ianto needed to wind down a little bit, and this was the only way he could think of accomplishing it fast enough.

He'd shucked his waistcoat and tie, glad that it wasn't nearly as warm there as it had been in Miami, and was laying sideways on his couch, nursing the beer and thinking about well. Everything really. More than anything, he was glad that the other man was coming over, so he could get his mind off of what he'd been fixating on for the past while. Owen's birthday being Valentine's Day...that was just damned awful timing, Ianto decided, and really hoped that him being upset about Owen wasn't going to ruin their evening.

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[parked]

There were times when Sulu had ended up tangling himself up completely in his blankets because he'd decided to lie sideways across the bed and then been too lazy to stand up to correct himself, so he didn't see a big problem with lying like this, but if Ianto didn't enjoy it, well then. "Alright, alright..." He dragged himself up to the head of the bed, climbing under the covers as soon as he could and immediately wrapping his arms around Ianto once again.

Settling in against Ianto, Sulu's eyes had a hard time staying open. "Mm," he mumbled, trying to talk but failing miserably at that moment. Finally, he managed to say, "Is that better?" It was slurred a little, now that he was comfortable and sleepy, but thankfully it was still understandable.

[torchwoodteaboy]

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.