Ianto manages to kiss Sulu back, just to put on a show, for a few moments, because why not go full out in pissing this thing off. Apparently, that backfired, though, when suddenly Sulu was ripped away from him and sent flying through the really quite sturdy and heavy wooden door backwards. Ianto shot a terrified look around the room, and all but threw himself after the other man, through the wrecked door. "Oh my god," he stammered, kneeling down beside Sulu. "Oh god. Oh hell. Christ..."

Without even thinking, and only checking to see that Sulu was still breathing and conscious, he grabbed him around the chest with both hands and pulled him upwards, only able to do so through the sheer strength of his terror. As soon as they were around corner though, Ianto let go of him, moving to get him to sit on the ground and focusing on the man in front of him. "Shit. Here. Sit down, sit." The man who was terrified of ghosts, and had just been thrown through a door by one, after having been concussed by it only a couple of dozen minutes earlier. "Christ, Sulu, are you alright?" Are you alright sounded like a stupid question, actually. He was pretty sure Sulu wasn't alright just from looking at him. But it was all he could think of asking, his brain on autopilot.