Sulu went to the dresser and picked up Ianto's mobile, weighing it in his hand as he moved back. Really, as far as 21st century technology went, they'd gotten pretty far by this year. He brought it to Ianto, handing it over as he said, "It'll be all right, don't worry. We'll... keep him from getting too upset. I'm not going to let him make this any worse for you right now than it already is." He leaned over and kissed Ianto's forehead. "I'll only be a few minutes," he said before stepping back, sticking his hand in his pocket and pressing his fingers to the portkey.
He was then in his cabin, and he took a moment to go to the sink in his bathroom, splashing some water on his face before covering it with his hands. Okay. He could do this, and more than that, he would have to do this. He knew that if Ianto didn't get better, if this was permanent - or if this was just the beginning of the inevitable all over again - he wouldn't be able to handle it. He'd never be able to look anyone in the eye again, for being so stupid as to think this could work...
But it had worked and it would continue to work. Sulu had to be sure of that. He had to. He couldn't do this if he wasn't one hundred percent sure of himself. So, he dried off his face and went to his desk, digging out the dry purple leaves he'd kept from the last time he'd tried this particular tea out. He couldn't think of anything else to bring and so he used the portkey once more, arriving back in the hall. Before he went up to check on Ianto, he set the water to boil on the stovetop and dug around for the strainer Ianto had around somewhere. That all settled, he went upstairs, standing in the doorway of the bedroom in case Ianto wanted some privacy or was still on the phone. "Back," he said.
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He was then in his cabin, and he took a moment to go to the sink in his bathroom, splashing some water on his face before covering it with his hands. Okay. He could do this, and more than that, he would have to do this. He knew that if Ianto didn't get better, if this was permanent - or if this was just the beginning of the inevitable all over again - he wouldn't be able to handle it. He'd never be able to look anyone in the eye again, for being so stupid as to think this could work...
But it had worked and it would continue to work. Sulu had to be sure of that. He had to. He couldn't do this if he wasn't one hundred percent sure of himself. So, he dried off his face and went to his desk, digging out the dry purple leaves he'd kept from the last time he'd tried this particular tea out. He couldn't think of anything else to bring and so he used the portkey once more, arriving back in the hall. Before he went up to check on Ianto, he set the water to boil on the stovetop and dug around for the strainer Ianto had around somewhere. That all settled, he went upstairs, standing in the doorway of the bedroom in case Ianto wanted some privacy or was still on the phone. "Back," he said.