Sulu would have put a hand on Ianto's shoulder to reassure him, but he was kind of... well, tied up. So, he just smiled at the other before Jack turned him around, saying, "Really, don't worry about it. It's not like this is really my body or anything." Though, he felt just as physically comfortable in it as he did in his real body, so maybe it was? Who knew. Either way, though, he wasn't too concerned with Ianto's hand getting close to him. He'd basically been straddling Ianto when they woke up, after all.
Taking off the sheet was easy, though he really wasn't too big on this whole woman's body thing, and his boxers were practically hanging off his hips anyway, so they came off easily too. He dropped the clothes on the bed, managing with the underwear pretty well, all things considered. He had to take a minute to arrange it properly, making sure it wasn't twisted, but hey. At least it fit.
The shirt was going to be a little more difficult, but at least he was aware that he needed to pull that on before the skirt. He stepped into it, crouching down a bit to try and pull it on. ...Okay, so that wasn't working so well. "Ianto, I need my hand." He'd been doing all right so far, only jerking their hands around a little bit, but now he really did need to use it and, well. "Don't worry, it'll only take a second." He was absolutely aware of how close Ianto's hand came to his skin, despite his previous statements about it being no big deal - it was Ianto, after all. It felt strange to be so tense about Ianto's presence, and even stranger to have the butterflies in his stomach start up because of it, but he just chewed his lip and shimmying into the shirt as quickly as possible.
The skirt, thankfully, was easier, though clasps and zippers were a pain with one hand - luckily, he knew how to do that. "Okay. There, see, that wasn't so bad, was it?"
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Date: 2010-07-16 10:29 pm (UTC)Taking off the sheet was easy, though he really wasn't too big on this whole woman's body thing, and his boxers were practically hanging off his hips anyway, so they came off easily too. He dropped the clothes on the bed, managing with the underwear pretty well, all things considered. He had to take a minute to arrange it properly, making sure it wasn't twisted, but hey. At least it fit.
The shirt was going to be a little more difficult, but at least he was aware that he needed to pull that on before the skirt. He stepped into it, crouching down a bit to try and pull it on. ...Okay, so that wasn't working so well. "Ianto, I need my hand." He'd been doing all right so far, only jerking their hands around a little bit, but now he really did need to use it and, well. "Don't worry, it'll only take a second." He was absolutely aware of how close Ianto's hand came to his skin, despite his previous statements about it being no big deal - it was Ianto, after all. It felt strange to be so tense about Ianto's presence, and even stranger to have the butterflies in his stomach start up because of it, but he just chewed his lip and shimmying into the shirt as quickly as possible.
The skirt, thankfully, was easier, though clasps and zippers were a pain with one hand - luckily, he knew how to do that. "Okay. There, see, that wasn't so bad, was it?"