Ianto nodded slightly, understanding all too well how that felt, clinging on to the bad even though you wanted to be rid of it. "You shouldn't have been, though. Shouldn't have been ready and expecting it. That's not part of who you are, you don't look at every day as another day to lose everyone and everything that's important to you." He shifted his hand, hesitantly, not quite up to rest on Sulu's his face, but just below, on the side of his neck, gentle and supporting.

"I'm sorry..." he said, softly. "I... I can't even imagine stumbling across something like that. But we both know that I'm not going down without a fight, and McCoy really does seem to be onto something." He stopped talking for a moment, biting his lip, before he spoke up again. "It's alright, though. That...that you're not at your best, after something like that. I mean. I'd be more concerned if you actually were fine." He stroked his thumb across Sulu's jaw. "But... You will. Get back from it." He smiled softly. "You're too much of a stubborn optimist for anything less."