Ianto smiled at him, nodding. He did look a bit of a mess. There was only so much that Ianto could have done with a towel, after all. The shower would definitely get rid of all evidence that the night had even happened and then... Well, he supposed things'd be back to normal? Except they weren't. Not exactly. Because Ianto couldn't get the images of Sulu being clocked with a decanter, or being thrown through a door, out of his head. He still wasn't over that desire to stick closer to the other man, to be touching him, to make sure that he was alright. He hoped he was just hiding it well enough from Sulu himself.
"Yeah, sure," Ianto said. "I'll, ehm. I'll show you to it, then." Ianto knew that Sulu knew where his bathroom was. They'd been there when they were kids, after all, and that hadn't been that long ago, or anything. He led him up the stairs, pausing in the hallway to go into the linen closet and pull out a fresh towel for Sulu to use, before leading him to the bathroom. "Uh, there's soap in the dish, and well. You can use my shampoo, if you like, it's really no bother. I might even have something of mine or Jacks that should fit you, so you don't have to sleep in those jeans." Unless, well. He could sleep naked, but Ianto wasn't going to be the one to suggest that, not after the night they'd had. He'd honestly understand if Sulu wanted a little space. After all, his affection for Ianto had gotten him beaten up by a ghost...
"I'll, ehm. I'll just be out in the bedroom, then, I suppose," Ianto said, turning to leave Sulu to it. Just because he wanted to stay didn't mean that he had to. Or that he was even allowed to, really. Best just... Try not to freak himself out too much, being alone so soon after the events of that night. If any cold arms wrapped themselves around him again, he might just scream like a girl.
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"Yeah, sure," Ianto said. "I'll, ehm. I'll show you to it, then." Ianto knew that Sulu knew where his bathroom was. They'd been there when they were kids, after all, and that hadn't been that long ago, or anything. He led him up the stairs, pausing in the hallway to go into the linen closet and pull out a fresh towel for Sulu to use, before leading him to the bathroom. "Uh, there's soap in the dish, and well. You can use my shampoo, if you like, it's really no bother. I might even have something of mine or Jacks that should fit you, so you don't have to sleep in those jeans." Unless, well. He could sleep naked, but Ianto wasn't going to be the one to suggest that, not after the night they'd had. He'd honestly understand if Sulu wanted a little space. After all, his affection for Ianto had gotten him beaten up by a ghost...
"I'll, ehm. I'll just be out in the bedroom, then, I suppose," Ianto said, turning to leave Sulu to it. Just because he wanted to stay didn't mean that he had to. Or that he was even allowed to, really. Best just... Try not to freak himself out too much, being alone so soon after the events of that night. If any cold arms wrapped themselves around him again, he might just scream like a girl.