"Yeah," Sulu sighed, dropping his forehead to rest on the edge of Ianto's mattress, "I know. No one ever guesses." Jim hadn't, and if Sylar hadn't told him, he probably wouldn't have ever known. Ah, well.

...Shit. Did his communicator come with him? "Oh, no." Abandoning the fact that he was in nothing but a sheet (it wasn't that big a deal, really, not to him - he didn't have the modesty that women did) and that Ianto was in his underwear, Sulu climbed over him and started rooting around the bed, admittedly a little frantically. "If my comm didn't come with me, I swear to God, I will murder someone. Jack, move." Because if it hadn't come with him, he could - no, he would be in a metric ton of trouble. "And -" He paused, grabbing Jack's arm to check the hemline, "Oh, God, if you're in Jim's clothes..."