Ianto shut his eyes, enjoying the feeling of Sulu's hand in his hair once more, eternally grateful that the other man had forgiven him enough to be sitting with him like this once more. He knew that what he'd done in keeping how bad things were getting from the other two men was probably one of the stupidest things he could do, but. If he could go back and do it again, he probably would've done the exact thing over. He wasn't thinking straight at the time, he couldn't think straight, and he'd just wanted to spare the other two from any added worrying on his account. Fat lot of good that'd done him though, apparently.

Ianto brought his eyes up to meet Sulu's when Sulu tilted his chin up, the first time that day that he'd really looked the other man in the eyes. He looked a bit of a mess, by his own standards, having stayed in bed quite literally all day, and he felt even worse, but there was Sulu, promising him that he'd march up to the Doctor and demand him to fix things, even though Ianto knew Jack already had and the Doctor had refused, even though Sulu'd probably never even met the man, that he'd be willing to try again anyway... "I don't want to disappoint you if we can't find a cure," he said, looking into Sulu's eyes sadly. It was one of the reasons he'd kept his health hidden from the other man for so long, after all.