Ianto had to fight not to collapse once they'd gotten to solid ground, because once he hit the ground he was liable not to be able to get up for the next while after that. He followed Sulu across the beach towards the grass, following the same suit as Sulu did by starting to remove his clothes as they got there. He pulled his own shirt over his head, peeling it off and lying it flat on the grass in the sunlight.

The jeans are a bit harder. He got the buttons and the zipper undone, but the fabric was clinging to him like a second skin, and peeling them off was pretty damn hard. He makes a sound of frustration. "God, I... I never want to go swimming in jeans ever again," he said. It would be much easier if he had help, but. Well. Ianto was a little more subtle than that. He'd just struggle with them instead, he supposed, as he slowly shimmied out of the offending piece of clothing.