Ianto turned his head so that his forehead rested against Sulu's shoulder. God, even his nose was cold, he found out, as he felt it warming from the contact with the other man. "I... I don't know how long I've been out there," he confided in Sulu. "I... It didn't feel quite so bad when I could hear other people. I...guess that I sort of lost track of the time." He shivered, pressing himself as close as he could, given the way that they were sitting. He wanted to wrap himself around Sulu and steal all the warmth that he was giving, but. There was still something awkward between the two of them. Ianto felt awkward, especially, for crying at him, for making him feel bad, for...for needing him so much, and even after having been hurt by him, being so grateful that he was finally there.

Ianto was starting to shiver continuously, now that he was warming up. "Sorry," he said, apologizing for the motion of it, and the fact that he was basically clinging to the other man, relying on him for support and warmth as he rode it out, his body struggling to bring itself back to some semblance of a normal temperature. Or, well. As close as it had been managing, lately. "I... I am pretty cold. It. It had to be about 5 degrees out there. I should've known better..."