Sulu took the silence between them as a chance to, well, reboot himself in a way. He let everything go - the situation, the ghost, the plans they had to make, the safety they had to escape to, Ianto's anger and worry and his own fear - and let himself drift in a numbing haze of pain. Okay. Everything hurt, but at least Ianto was nearby; at least Ianto was taking care of him. He needed to just... work this out in his head.

He heard Ianto speak and then parsed what he'd said. The ghost could do all the work, and it would, unknowingly, because they'd make it. How? How could they make it? It was already pissed off. It was probably sulking, like a kid in the throes of a tantrum. Okay.

He knew Ianto wouldn't like what he was going to say, but he allowed himself a moment to think it through before suggesting, quietly, "Well, we know it doesn't like me. My reaction time might be down a bit but - I'm really good at... you know. Making ghosts want to hurl furniture at me."