Ianto let himself be pulled, leaning heavily against Sulu, soaking in the comfort and support that the other man was offering in that moment. He was trying very hard not to be too shaken by the nightmare, that it had been a dream and nothing more, but he knew as he found himself being so relieved to have the other man there supporting him that no matter how hard he tried, he'd just be lying to himself. The dream had been based off of real memories, after all, and they weren't just something that he could brush off quite as easily as a nightmare created by his own mind.

"Y-yeah..." Ianto said, softly. "I... I mean, I want to tell you, I just..." He turned his head, sighing as he ducked his head against Sulu's shoulder. "...I don't want you to think any less of me, after I do, and. I'm not sure that you can guarantee that you won't. I mean... Jack, for one, is still bitter about some of it, three years after the fact..."