"Yeah..." Ianto shifted his head slightly to rest more fully against Sulu's chest as soon as the other man moved a hand to cover his on his thigh. It was nice to joke with the other man, nice to think of a time when he'll be free from bad dreams and sickness and whatever else that might crop up before he got better, who really even knew?

Ianto was so busy musing about it that he almost didn't notice Sulu shifting behind him, but. It wasn't a normal shifting--it was subtle and uncomfortable and there wasn't anything pleasant or contented about it, and so. Ianto moved to tilt his head and look at Sulu, catching the frown on his face. He shifted his hand underneath Sulu's to grip it, briefly, blue eyes curious and concerned as he looked up at him. "Hey..." he said quietly, "are you... Are you alright? I... I didn't hit you anywhere else, did I?"