Jack shrugged absentmindedly, pausing in his eating to say, "Thanks, I do try," before continuing. Ianto watched the pair of them, doing his own eating while he did so. Sulu seemed to be doing alright, at the moment, key word being seemed, but Jack... Ianto could see him struggling. Even though he was smiling and getting through the conversation and all, he... Ianto supposed there wasn't enough tea in the world to fix Jack's mood, especially now that he'd thrown him this curveball as well.

So he complimented Jack as well, eating the food quietly. And even though he didn't finish it, like he normally would have, he ate most of it, which was good enough for Jack. Showing the other man that he wasn't forcing himself to do anything, and that he was feeling under the weather at the same time; even without words, he was being honest, which Jack appreciated, as he stood to clear the table after they'd finished. He tossed what was left of the food (because who knew when the next time anyone would be in this flat--maybe Ianto'd come back later in the day after he'd seen Doctor McCoy, or maybe he...maybe he wouldn't), and put the dishes in the sink.