Jack chuckled, tucking his head against the top of Ianto's, happy to not only have the company of the man asleep on his shoulder, but of Sulu as well, hand on Jack's hand, words of reassurance and support in his ear. Jack wasn't tired enough to be lulled to sleep by the comfort he had in that moment, but it was enough to get him to relax, something which didn't happen nearly as often as it should, especially not recently.

"You're gonna have to make sure that the room doesn't have furniture, then," he said, with a smile. "He's liable to end up tossing a chair or table at me in frustration," he joked. "He hasn't done so in the past, but. I've never been purposely locked in with him somewhere in order to talk. Who knows how something like that might go." He smiled into Ianto's hair. "Then again, who knows. Maybe it'll go fine. We've never tried to talk after having been faced with a situation quite like this one, after all..."