"I won't," Sulu told Ianto as he was carried off by Jack. Truthfully, he was considering staying down there for a while to give him and Jack time to talk and just take comfort in one another, but selfish as it was, he wanted to be there too. Who knew what McCoy would have to do to get Ianto back into shape, and who knew if Sulu or Jack would get visitation rights during it?

He rinsed out the kettle, strainer and mugs, draining his own before dumping the last bits of tea down the drain from the other two, and once he was sure he'd taken a good ten minutes cleaning the kettle and mugs, he moved on to the pan Jack had used for cooking. He found himself grinning a bit wryly, wondering what his mother would say if she found out he had done the dishes of his own free will for somebody, without being guilted into it first.

And then he made a face as he considered the fact that maybe, if he took Ianto to San Francisco, they would run into his parents. That would be godawful for multiple reasons, but the image was only broken when he nearly scalded himself with the hot water from the tap. Swearing under his breath, he forced himself to finish up the dishes quickly. Once that was done... he dawdled a little. He made sure everything was where it should be and took his time making his way to the stairs and then up them, not wanting to break up whatever moment the other two were having.