A small, mean, hidden part of Ianto really wanted to tell Sulu that yes, he did want him to leave, so that maybe Sulu would hurt the same way that he had, but he didn't even think about paying attention to that part of himself, quickly brushing it aside. "No," he said, softly, honestly, without hesitation. "No, I don't."

He lowered his eyes, finally moving, huddling himself further into the blankets. God, he was freezing. How long had he been sitting out there, anyway? He didn't even know any more. He had very little concept of time, since he'd made the call. He looked at his watch, but it really didn't help, save to let him know how long it had been since calling in the first place. "I... I want you here. I just. Four hours ago, I needed you here, and. You couldn't come." He sighed. "I really should have expected that, anyway. I should have known that because I needed you here, you couldn't come. That's so typical of the way that everything seems to work with me, lately..."