Sulu smiled sympathetically at Ianto, brushing his hand along Ianto's cheek and over his ear. He could tell that the other man was dismayed to find he'd passed out again, but at least Sulu had been prepared this time. Things would be fixed, soon enough, and then they could put this all behind them.

"It's okay," he said, "I had to do a little carrying, but I figured you wouldn't mind so long as you got to bed all right. When you're better, though, we're going to have to take you out to dinner and get your weight back up. You're a little light." Which was, honestly, a normal part of being sick. Sulu was worried, but at least it was something he could handle. They could both handle. "When you're feeling a little less faint, I'll head back to my cabin and get some tea for you. And... if you want, I'll bring you a phone. If you want to get a hold of Jack."