Even if all the help they could provide was tea and company. It'd be better than nothing, Sulu supposed, and once they were settled for the night, he could send McCoy a message. It was funny how he just assumed Jack would be staying the night, and funnier still that he didn't think twice about it, but there it was. He'd become sort of used to depending on Jack's presence during these kinds of things in the past month; used to having him around when things seemed like they would fall apart around him.

"He'll just be glad we're not going to deal with it right now," Sulu said quietly, moving away from Jack and towards the kitchen again. "And honestly, I'll be glad that we aren't. I'm going to need a very good vacation after this whole thing is over." And it was true; Sulu felt like he was going to need some time to recuperate, to get back that level of optimism that he'd had before everything had gone to hell.

When he entered the kitchen, he noticed that Ianto was resting with his head on his arms, eyes closed. For one terrible split second, Sulu almost wondered - but no, he could see Ianto's body moving slightly with his breath. He smiled a little sadly and looked back at Jack. "Looks like he's not going to be very active tonight," he said, as though the both of them hadn't already known that. "Here, if you wake him up, I can make sure the tea's still hot enough to drink."