Sulu sighed as Ianto put his hand on his back, his chest tightening a little as he let out a long breath. "Yeah," he mumbled, voice hoarse, "Definitely not my favorite thing to do..."

He trailed off, feeling that something was maybe a little amiss with their situation. They'd just run from a creature, jumped off a cliff and swum a fair distance to some secluded shore, but there was something weirder than that going on right then. Sulu just couldn't put his finger on it, really. He took another breath, a shakier one, and rolled onto his side, facing Ianto. The air was pleasantly thick, and he could almost smell something in it other than salt water and grass. "Ianto..."