Once Ianto was seated down in the chair, he blushed all over again, not really minding the being carried part as much as he minded having to be put down somewhere. He watched Sulu moving about the kitchen, starting to deal with the water before turning back to him to talk. Ianto bit his lip, nodding. "Yeah, I... I'll tell you. Although. I mean, you'll be right there. I think you'll have a pretty good idea of when he's going off the deep end and when he isn't. Jack... Jack isn't subtle about these kinds of things, you know."

He sighed. "I've made him really angry before, a few times. I don't think that this'll get as bad as that..." He had a momentary flashback of Jack holding a gun to his head ('You execute her or I'll execute you both!'), but quickly brushed that away. "No," he said, shaking his head. "It definitely won't get as bad as that. But... I doubt it's going to be pretty. You've spent time with Jack. You must be at least partially aware of how...well. He's kind of like a force of nature. And sometimes that's good, and sometimes...well. It's not."