Ianto flushed a little, but was appreciative that the other man didn't even question it, instead just doing as he asked, dimming the lights and then moving to lie down with him. Ianto shifted backwards a little, pressing against Sulu a bit closer than he had been before, putting a hand on one of Sulu's arms around his waist in the process. "...yeah, this is great," he said, softly. He found that he normally liked to lie on his side, curled against Sulu's side, his head on Sulu's shoulder, but. In a moment like this, being curled up with the other man a constant, comforting presence at his back, it was just what he needed really.

And he found himself getting tired almost immediately, although in a good way. In a 'was woken up from sleep by a dream, needs to go back to sleep now' way, more than the eerie 'bone-tired for no reason at all' that he'd been experiencing in the past. Still, though... "...so. We'll talk to McCoy in the morning, then, yeah?" he asked, using the pronoun 'we' so that he would hopefully not have to outright ask the other man to be there with him when he did that. He trusted the doctor, he did, he just. Support was nice, when he could have it, and all.