A muscle in Jack's jaw twitched as he glared right back at Sulu, taking in a sharp, shaky, irritated breath and letting it out again. He hated the fact that Sulu was starting to make him feel guilty about what he wanted nothing more than to be able to do--just run away and leave this situation to someone who was better prepared to deal with it, better tempered to deal with it. He hated that every time Sulu said he couldn't do something alone, Jack knew that it was the truth, and that he couldn't just leave the other man hanging like this. That he owed as much to Sulu as he did to Ianto, in that moment. It frustrated him beyond measure.

Jack stepped closer to Sulu, lowering his voice, letting a little bit of his hurt rear its head above his anger for a moment. "He's done this before," Jack said, thrusting his hand in the direction of the kitchen as he spoke, his voice low but still forceful. "He's kept things, things that...that he should have let me know about. Serious issues, Sulu. And he told me that he'd change those times, too. What the hell am I supposed to do, here? How do I know that he's not lying again?"