Ianto sighed contentedly as Sulu ran a hand through his hair, relaxing further against the other man. He wasn't surprised that Sulu agreed with him, there. It was a bit boring. He was a bit boring. Wasn't much for video games, or ice cream, or going out at night. He didn't really know how to function without his job, not really. He'd become a different person since working for Torchwood, and now that there wasn't a Torchwood, that new person had never had to deal with the prospect of free time. Save for that one month after Lisa, but. He hadn't really been in the right mindset there. He'd spent it mostly cleaning and watching horrible telly and wondering where to go from there.

At Sulu's request, he shook his head, tightening his grip on Sulu's arm. "I know that it wasn't your fault. It wouldn't be fair of me to use it against you when you didn't have any choice in the matter." He shifted a little, so that his head wouldn't be lolling at quite as awkward an angle, before continuing. "Don't see how I'm all that amazing, though. Don't really feel amazing, especially now." With being cold and sick and tired all the time. Although this moment in time, propped up against Sulu in the water, finally warm. It was fabulous, as far as Ianto was concerned.