The first thing Sulu noticed as he looked around the flat was that it was bright. Every light in the place was on, bright and blazing compared to the dark outside that he could see through the window as he made his way to the kitchen. The back door was open, a lamp on the floor illuminating Ianto's shape against the dark, and Sulu felt his heart drop at the sight. He was almost surprised he could feel even worse than he had while he'd been on the bridge, but there it was.

He wanted to grab Ianto and pull him inside, knowing the other man was already cold enough without needing the temperature from outside to get in, to apologize a thousand times over for being an ass, and then another thousand for having a really terrible work schedule that was out of his hands, but he really couldn't find the words or the energy to do either of those things. He felt suddenly very tired, from eight hours of busywork and idle chat while he'd felt horrible and from just seeing Ianto huddled in the door.

So, he settled for moving to the doorframe, crouching down and saying, "Hey." His voice sounded tight and unhappy and he wanted to try and change that, to be more upbeat and try and help Ianto out of whatever had happened these past few hours, but for all he knew, Ianto didn't want to even see him. He couldn't do optimistic at the moment. "Just got off duty."