Sulu was quickly becoming pretty much dead weight in Ianto's grip, his hands falling to either side of the other's hips as his breathing slowly came back under control. His heartrate was still high - not too high for comfort, but enough that he could feel his heart pounding against his ribs, and he groaned a little.

"M'alright," he mumbled, slurring slightly as he rested his head against Ianto's shoulder. "Mmn. G'nna definitely bring those back aboard," he added, his hand moving very slightly in the direction of the flowers.