Squeezing Ianto's hand briefly before letting go, Sulu picked up his own mug and took another sip. He couldn't tell Ianto that they would wait, that it wouldn't be so bad and that Ianto didn't have to be worried, because honestly he probably would anyway. And it wasn't going to be easy or nice, but at least they could actually talk. Sulu had known that Ianto wasn't exactly stellar at communication, but this was going to be the point where he'd have to draw the line. Sulu didn't need to know everything about Ianto's life, but he did need to know if he could help.

But, that was the future, and right now all they really had was this moment right here, with tea and each other. Sulu couldn't bring himself to think about it much more than that; he'd get in touch with McCoy once they were settled in, arrange for a time tomorrow to see him, and then... And then it was up to McCoy. Thankfully, he was the one man Sulu could trust with this above all others. "It's all going to be fine," he said finally, before shrugging helplessly at the two of them, wearing an embarrassed smile. "In the meantime, though, do we need something to eat, or," he looked to Ianto, "Do you just want to get some sleep?"