Ianto blushed, nodding slightly. "Yeah, I..." he said, awkwardly. "I don't really own that many. Never really had to, since there's just me living here and all, so. I mean. I have some more in storage, but that's..." Too much effort really. He shrugged. "So yeah. Blankets are still downstairs, I guess." He sent Sulu an apologetic look over his shoulder, not really wanting to apologize aloud so soon after he'd just done so.

He raised an arm to rub across the back of his neck, and from that movement alone, was pretty much positive that he wasn't going to be getting up out of the tub without help. It was just too low and he was far too relaxed to even try to attempt it, not without tripping and knocking himself out on the edge of the sink or the tiles or god knows what else he could end up doing to himself. "I think, for the sake of both of us, I'm probably going to need you to help me up," he said, too tired to even be embarrassed about having to ask. "And, y'know..." he motioned idly to the side of the tub, "over, I suppose."