Just talk to me, Sulu had said. And so, Ianto did. "Yeah, alright," he said, biting his lip for a second, before shifting to settle a bit more comfortably against the other man, taking a deep breath as he tried to figure out just where to start from exactly, anyway. Despite everything within him that was telling him that sharing was such a bad idea, that he would regret it, that knowing would change things, there was an even bigger part of him that thought differently. A bigger part of him that just wanted to tell Sulu, to break down this one huge barrier that he'd left standing between the two of them. Maybe...maybe once he told Sulu, the other man might understand a little more about why it was that Ianto was the way he was.

"...did," he started, halting in his words once more as he tried to collect his thoughts. "Did Jack or I ever tell you that I used to work for a different branch of Torchwood? The main branch, Torchwood One, in London? That's...that hasn't ever come up in conversation before, has it?" he asked. He honestly couldn't remember, although if it had, Sulu probably hadn't thought enough of it to memorize anything about Torchwood One, and neither Ianto nor Jack had said much about it, if they did. The fate of Torchwood One wasn't a happy one, even if Yvonne Hartman had been a tyrant, and neither Jack nor Ianto were very much into the habit of sharing any more than they had to, as it was.