Sulu knew that the conversation they were holding while eating was superficial at best, but it was better than the potential awkward silence they could have met with if they didn't at least try to talk. After all, the act of simply pretending things were all right for this short time was better than bemoaning the fact that everything was going horribly wrong.

When Jack stood and started clearing the plates, Sulu smiled a little at Ianto before speaking up. "Don't bother with the dishes," he said, pushing his chair back to stand himself. "I'll take care of it, since you were the one to cook." And he would take his time, too, but there was no way to convey that simply through tone. He wasn't sure, either, how he should mention the idea of Jack taking Ianto upstairs, but he couldn't exactly trust them to breach that topic of conversation, so... "How are you feeling, Ianto?" he tried.