Keeping his previously dislocated arm close to his chest, Sulu gripped Ianto's arm and used their combined weight to haul himself to his feet, a few joints in his back popping and cracking painfully. He groaned and staggered forward a bit, holding tight to Ianto, and then leaned in against him, closing his eyes. Oh, yeah, that had hurt. "Remind me," he said slowly, head throbbing and back aching, "Never to get thrown through a door again." At least on the Enterprise, he wouldn't have to worry about that, all the doors opened for him. He laughed a bit.

"Don't worry," he said, taking a few steps while holding on to Ianto, moving them slowly down the corridor, away from the room. "I'm not taking anything faster than this. I've had a busy night." He winced, realizing that he'd probably scraped his knee against the denim - thankfully, it was only his knee - as it ached as he stepped. "I hate the community," he said idly. "Really I do. It does one good thing and a hundred miserable ones."