Jack raised an eyebrow at the messages that Sulu was sending and receiving, but he figured the other man would tell him about anything that might be important that the two of them said. He trusted Sulu, and that trust was well-earned, as far as Jack was concerned.

"Yeah, well," Jack said, shrugging as much as he could, with Ianto's head on his shoulder. "He did say that I made a pretty good pillow. Far be it from me to deny him one more night of being comfortable. <I've got no idea what your med bay is like, on that ship, after all. When I was with the Agency, that sort of thing was all over the chart--anywhere from a normal hospital bed, to nothing better than a sheet over a metal tray, so." "And besides," he turned his head to look down at Ianto as he slept. "Who knows how long McCoy's going to want to keep him. I'm pretty sure that, regardless of how nice the beds are there, I doubt that the good doctor's going to take all that kindly to me climbing in bed with Ianto while I'm there, or anything like that... I'd rather not get banned from being able to visit, if I can help it."