Sulu, admittedly, wasn't as comfortable with the bridge crew he was working with temporarily as he was with his own crew, but it really was worth it. At least this way, he could come spend time with Ianto during the night, actually sleep with him and have a good night's rest, and leave in the morning when Ianto wasn't as likely to feel trapped in his flat.
Ianto, for the most part, seemed to be at least somewhat stable when it came to his health; he didn't always seem to be doing better than the days previous, but he rarely seemed worse. Sulu had that nagging feeling that Ianto was sometimes hiding how bad he really felt some days, but he figured that if Ianto was seriously having trouble, he would tell Sulu as much. After all, he was getting better at asking for help doing more mundane tasks, so...
Once his shift was over, Sulu made his way back to his cabin, taking the time to change into something more casual than his uniform. It was easier to sit around when he was in jeans, rather than his full uniform, and it made the whole situation a little more comfortable. He'd contemplated bringing something for Ianto - tea, or pre-replicated food so that neither of them had to deal with the kitchen - but like usual he decided against it, for silly reasons he didn't like to think about.
Once he was done changing for Ianto's, he didn't waffle about when he should head down. This had been happening often enough that he didn't hesitate, picking up the portkey and appearing with barely an awkward step in Ianto's flat. Pocketing the watch, he looked around, then called out Ianto's name, more to let the other know he was here than to find him. He had a feeling he was in his bedroom, anyway.
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Ianto, for the most part, seemed to be at least somewhat stable when it came to his health; he didn't always seem to be doing better than the days previous, but he rarely seemed worse. Sulu had that nagging feeling that Ianto was sometimes hiding how bad he really felt some days, but he figured that if Ianto was seriously having trouble, he would tell Sulu as much. After all, he was getting better at asking for help doing more mundane tasks, so...
Once his shift was over, Sulu made his way back to his cabin, taking the time to change into something more casual than his uniform. It was easier to sit around when he was in jeans, rather than his full uniform, and it made the whole situation a little more comfortable. He'd contemplated bringing something for Ianto - tea, or pre-replicated food so that neither of them had to deal with the kitchen - but like usual he decided against it, for silly reasons he didn't like to think about.
Once he was done changing for Ianto's, he didn't waffle about when he should head down. This had been happening often enough that he didn't hesitate, picking up the portkey and appearing with barely an awkward step in Ianto's flat. Pocketing the watch, he looked around, then called out Ianto's name, more to let the other know he was here than to find him. He had a feeling he was in his bedroom, anyway.