Ianto blushed bright red at knowledge that Sulu knew exactly why it was that he had been asking about the umbrellas for. He couldn't help that he was Welsh, had a typical Welsh complexion, and so he had a million times more likely to get crisped in the sun. Especially coming from a rainy month, such as Ianto had, into the brightness of the sunshine, it would be a little much.
They reached the stairs up to the restaurant and Ianto started up them, his hand on the railing absently, beside himself, when he noticed that...yeah. Sulu's hand just dropped from his shoulders, but. That meant that for the whole walk there, they'd been walking with Sulu's arm around him. And he hadn't noticed. At all.
"...yeah," he said, awkwardly. "As... As long as there's an umbrella... I should be fine..."
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Date: 2011-02-09 06:04 am (UTC)They reached the stairs up to the restaurant and Ianto started up them, his hand on the railing absently, beside himself, when he noticed that...yeah. Sulu's hand just dropped from his shoulders, but. That meant that for the whole walk there, they'd been walking with Sulu's arm around him. And he hadn't noticed. At all.
"...yeah," he said, awkwardly. "As... As long as there's an umbrella... I should be fine..."