Ianto paused after Sulu's questions, which in itself was probably enough of a giveaway that things weren't exactly as they should have been, but after a moment, he nodded, squeezing Sulu's hand. "No, I..." he said. "You don't have to bring it here. We. I can go downstairs for it. I'm not going to have you wait on me, or anything like that, remember? It'll be fine," he said.
The truth of the matter was, though, he wasn't quite sure how he was going to manage the stairs. Maybe it'd be better with Sulu there, and with the railing, and maybe if he just closed his eyes, then...maybe things wouldn't spin as much, looking down them. It would be rather obvious that he'd be relying pretty heavily on the other man to be there and help guide him, but at least he'd be doing it, he'd be making it down the stairs and to the kitchen himself, so he wouldn't feel like quite so much of an invalid, even if...that was rapidly what he was deteriorating into. Who knew how much longer he was going to be able to make it down the stairs? Who knew how much longer he was going to be able to do much of anything, for that matter, he thought, sadly.
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The truth of the matter was, though, he wasn't quite sure how he was going to manage the stairs. Maybe it'd be better with Sulu there, and with the railing, and maybe if he just closed his eyes, then...maybe things wouldn't spin as much, looking down them. It would be rather obvious that he'd be relying pretty heavily on the other man to be there and help guide him, but at least he'd be doing it, he'd be making it down the stairs and to the kitchen himself, so he wouldn't feel like quite so much of an invalid, even if...that was rapidly what he was deteriorating into. Who knew how much longer he was going to be able to make it down the stairs? Who knew how much longer he was going to be able to do much of anything, for that matter, he thought, sadly.