Ianto smiled again, a bit softer than he would be normally, a bit more timid, but he was smiling nonetheless. "The fun part, huh?" he asked, shaking his head. "Alright. I guess I don't have a choice." He brought his hands up to grasp the bottom hem of the t-shirt he was wearing, careful not to brush his cold hands against his torso (just because they were his hands didn't mean that they were any less cold to himself). Carefully, he pulled it up and over his head, pulling his arms out of the sleeves before dropping it on the floor beside him.

The air was freezing, although he could feel the warmth radiating off from the tub and had to admit that he was really looking forward to being warm again, even for a little while. He sat there on the toilet seat, naked from the waist up save for the amulet that hung around his neck, and contemplated whether he was going to be able to stand up on his own or whether he was going to have to ask Sulu to give him a hand again, like he'd done on the sofa. He hadn't really thought about it when he'd first sat down. He just hadn't wanted to stay standing there. He was going to have to get up to get the rest of it off, though. He sighed.

"Help me up?" he asked Sulu quietly, reaching his hands out for the other man to take. He was going to have to get used to accepting help. Specifically if he wanted to stand up from the bathtub after they were done. One step at a time, though, he reminded himself, and tried not to be too worried or embarrassed about it.