When Ianto texted him to tell him he was back at his flat, Sulu found himself having a rare moment of anxiety in front of the mirror in his bathroom. It was like when he'd first went down to go on a date for the first time with Ianto. Of course, tonight was more casual, and really, it was just another night. It was just a little more intimate than a busy pub or anything.

Still. He couldn't help but feel like something so mundane, so normal, was kind of a step up from the exotic beaches of foreign planets. Running a hand through his hair, he moved back into his cabin, checking to make sure the door was locked at his comm was on his belt before picking up the portkey. The pull was barely even disorienting by this point, and within a moment he was standing in Ianto's flat. Figuring the safest bet was the kitchen, he moved in that direction, calling out for the other as he did so to let him know he'd arrived.