A muscle in Ianto's jaw clenched as Sulu pulled back from him, his heart tightening as he heard the note in Sulu's voice, how much this was getting to the other man. That's why he'd tried to keep it from him for as long as possible. Because...because he hadn't wanted to upset him. Not like this, especially not now. He should have just agreed to have the other man bring him dinner in bed. Then he could have at least kept the pretense up for a bit longer.

He kept his eyes fixed on the ground in front of him, moving to brace himself up now that Sulu wasn't there to hold on to him anymore. He felt sad, and sick, and just tired. So tired that he knew that everything wasn't effecting him the way it should, and that frightened him more. Brought up the fear of the fact that...he couldn't be as frightened should be, he just didn't have the energy to do so anymore. What was there to say, though? Sulu'd figured it out, and now there was no saving grace for him. "...I tried to keep from lying to you as much as I could," he said, quietly. "It... It's not lying if I just change the subject..." Never mind that that was exactly what he was trying to do in that moment.