Sulu gave Ianto a brief thumbs-up as he moved into the bathroom, grabbing a towel and wetting it under the faucet before holding it up to his nose, tilting his head back to try and stop the blood. It almost didn't hurt, really, but it stung enough to let him know that he was going to look a little bruised up the next day. He could only hope that it wouldn't be too bad, or that nobody would ask questions.

After a few minutes, the blood stopped and Sulu took one of the glasses from his sink, filling it with cold water and taking it back to Ianto. He kept a wet towel to his face to make sure he wiped up the last of the blood. "Here you go," he said, holding it out to the other man. "Just try to relax, okay?"