"Jack," Sulu said sharply, pushing his own chair out, standing himself now because yes, Ianto had messed up, he'd screwed up badly and honestly Sulu agreed with a lot of what Jack was saying, but screaming at him wasn't going to help and most importantly, Ianto wasn't pretending to care about either of them. He had been doing the one thing he thought would be best for them. It hadn't been, and it showed how naive Ianto really was when it came to this sort of thing, but still, it hadn't been done out of spite.

The fact was that Ianto was sick and they needed to fix it. He had known Jack wouldn't be able to hold back from saying anything to Ianto, but he had hoped the other man would have held back from lashing out. "Pride and fear can keep you from telling people all sorts of things, even if they're people you care about, and while I am in all honesty on your side here, yelling at him isn't going to help." In fact, it might make things worse. He didn't want that, and he knew Jack didn't either.