Ianto appreciated Sulu not trying to play it cool around him. It made him feel better about the fact that...well. He was probably never cool ever, certainly not in the other boy's eyes at any rate, with his weird accent and his freaking out about random things and his...getting lost in a crowd, for god's sakes, what was he, a five-year-old?
"It's the future," Ianto said, shaking his head with a smile. "Think about it. I'm from right at the turn of the century. You're...what. 200 years after that? Imagine visiting somewhere 200 years in your future, and a different country that you've never been to. I mean. Not that it couldn't have been boring to be here, but. I'm glad that it wasn't." Ianto took another sip of his milkshake. "And this...is really good. Now I'm going to be spoiled when I go back home."
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Date: 2011-04-03 02:04 am (UTC)"It's the future," Ianto said, shaking his head with a smile. "Think about it. I'm from right at the turn of the century. You're...what. 200 years after that? Imagine visiting somewhere 200 years in your future, and a different country that you've never been to. I mean. Not that it couldn't have been boring to be here, but. I'm glad that it wasn't." Ianto took another sip of his milkshake. "And this...is really good. Now I'm going to be spoiled when I go back home."