Ianto snorted softly at Sulu's question and shifted to pull back and look at Sulu squarely, raising an eyebrow of his own at the other man. "No, I don't suppose that it was," he said dryly. He shifted one of his hands so that his fingers slid up Sulu's sleeve to rest on his arm right above his wrist. True, his hands were warmer than they had been, but they were still far from being warm. "I don't suppose my cold hands had really anything to do with that, either, he said, with a small smirk, knowing that his fingers were cold enough to make Sulu jump again.

It was odd, how low he felt and yet at the same time how nice it was to spend time with Sulu like this. How guilty he felt hiding how he felt from him and yet how much easier Sulu made it, with his urging smiles out of him even now, when things had been awkward and almost a bit shaky between them until recently.