Sulu ran his hands over his face as Jack left the kitchen, groaning quietly in frustration. He'd known this would be hard for Jack and really, he didn't think he was completely out of line here, but all the same, this wasn't how you solved problems like this. No wonder their communication was such crap, he thought.

He put his hand on Ianto's shoulder briefly, giving it a squeeze. "I'm going to go talk to him. Don't worry." He knew that would be impossible, but he had to say it. Ianto had tea that would help, at least. Sulu... was going to deal with this the best way he knew how.

Following Jack down the hall, he jogged a bit to catch up with him, and then passed him just enough to grab the greatcoat from the chair it had been left on. All right, so maybe this wasn't his best way to deal with it, but it was all he could come up with to keep Jack from leaving. "Running away isn't going to help, Jack." His voice was tight and clipped, but his expression revealed much more of his emotionally turbulent state.