Ianto shook his head, trying to shake himself out of it in the process as well. "Oh. No, really. That's. That's not necessary. In fact. I'd really prefer if you didn't." He blushed mightily, although he managed a smile at the other man. "I wouldn't want to be the only one with all my clothes off, yeah?" he said, lightly, obviously still a bit flustered. It was silly, really, he supposed, to be flustered by Sulu standing there with no shirt on. He'd seen him in far less before, after all. It was just that...it was the first time since he'd come back where he was going to be in any sort of state of undress with the other man, and. It was nice.

Besides, it had been a while for him, and just because Ianto wasn't physically capable of anything more than platonic admiration for the other man, that didn't mean that his mind didn't wander to more...compromising situations. Like the last time they'd been in the bathroom together, what seemed then like ages ago. He briefly wondered if he was ever going to be up for physical intimacy ever again, but quickly brushed that thought aside, unwilling and unable to even contemplate the idea of it. He realized that he should probably be starting to remove his own clothes, but. He sat there, shaken a little at the thought that this was all he might ever have again, and while it was lovely, Sulu was lovely to look at, as was Jack, he. He wanted more than that.

Trying to get his mind on other things, he turned his eyes away, looking at the water filling the tub. "That's probably good, now. The water level, I mean."