Neurotic and dorky were definitely adjectives that should be used to describe Ianto, even as the fifteen-year-old that he was at that moment. He was glad that Sulu could see past that and just dismiss certain habits he had as being kind of weird, rather than seeing his habits and just dismissing Ianto himself as being weird and therefore not worth the time or effort.

"Well, I'm glad, then," Ianto said, smiling slightly. "The future must be a lot nicer about these sorts of things. Or maybe it's just Americans." He thought about it for a moment, before he cocked his head at the other boy. "D'you know... I think you're the first proper American that I've ever really talked to?"