Ianto smiled back, smiled into the kiss and at Sulu when he pulled back. "I think I can handle being stuck with you," he said, pulling himself closer to the other man, nudging the pair of them into the position that they were the first night he'd gotten back from the hospital again. He liked that, lying there curled against Sulu's side, head on his shoulder, hand across his chest. Especially under the blankets, it was... It made him feel at home. At home in his flat in a way that he rarely felt otherwise. Which was an odd thought, but there it was, floating in the edge of his mind. Definitely not something he could share quite yet, but. Something he was beginning to come to terms with.

"I definitely think I can handle being stuck with you," he said, moving to rest his head on the other man's shoulder. "You do make a rather excellent pillow, after all," he said, lightly. "Couldn't give something like that up, or anything. I suspect you're as stuck with me as I am with you, in short."