"I'm sure. I'll talk to Jim when I get back on board." He made a mental note to try and gloss over the story as much as possible; even though he doubted Jim would really care about him having a relationship with someone in a different world, let alone a different century, he was still a private enough person to want to keep some of the more scandalous facts off the record. For now, at least.

Smiling ruefully, Sulu nodded, making an affirmative noise as Ianto mentioned Jack's sleeping habits. He didn't want to think much about the time they'd been together, when Ianto had been dead, but it was true. He had some idea of how little Jack slept; even then, he'd felt like he'd been forcing the other to sleep more than he'd probably slept in the last twenty years. "Yeah, I have an idea. And it'll be okay sharing you with him," he said with a small laugh, "We crashed together on my tiny bed enough that it won't be awkward, don't worry."