"Well, we can try alright," Ianto said. "Doesn't mean he's going to accept it by any means. Although..." He half-shrugged, a full one not really possible to do while still holding on to Sulu's neck, and he didn't dare let go. "It is the good tea. Perhaps...he won't object as much to this kind. It did make him feel better the last time he had it. And it's definitely not as bad as the ginger," he said, with a slight smile.

At Sulu's tightening of his grip on him and his request, Ianto nodded. "Yeah, alright," Ianto said. He really didn't fancy being dropped down the stairs, so of course he did as Sulu told him, not flailing about and instead lying still in Sulu's arms, going so far as to even shut his eyes and rest his head against Sulu's shoulder. He trusted that Sulu would do everything he could not to knock him out on the wall, or drop him, or trip and end up killing them both, and instead just let himself be carried. Which was hard, for someone as proud as Ianto, but. He didn't mind so much, so long as it was Sulu seeing him in his moment of weakness. He wouldn't mind Jack either, but. Jack was going to have to find out first before he had anything remotely as nice with Jack as well.