"I'm fine," Sulu said, finally taking the towel away. His skin was very slightly bruised, but it really wasn't going to be that bad. At least Sulu could tell that it wasn't broken, and that it wouldn't cause him much pain unless he ended up rolling onto his stomach in the night. "I'm more worried about you."

Sulu took a seat on the bed, putting an arm around Ianto's shoulders as he dropped the towel to the floor, pulling the other gently towards him. "Do you want to talk about it?" he asked. He knew that Ianto had some things in his past that had to make for vivid nightmares, but the fact was that he didn't know what most of those things were. He wanted to know, though; or, at the very least, he wanted to help Ianto feel better about the things he feared in his sleep. "You can tell me, you know."