Ianto, much like Sulu, was hyper aware of where his hand was in relation to the other, and tried very hard not to follow the movements of his wrist as Sulu needed to use his hand for those few moments with the shirt. He tried very hard not to imagine what was being done as he listened to the sounds of the fabric, the room strangely quiet, considering that Jack was still there, and he was normally such a loud presence. He let out a sigh of relief when Sulu stated that he was done, though, and he turned back to look, since it would be awkward to do otherwise. And wow.
Jack turned as well, and whistled low. "Gotta say, Lieutenant, the strapless, sleeveless look really works for you like this. Ianto here sure knows how to pick clothes out for someone, let me tell you that. I'm glad you can't do sleeves. It'd be a shame to have to cover that up."
Ianto rolled his eyes and blushed at the backwards compliment that Jack had given him, when he realized something with a groan. "Oh, god. I'm... I'm not going to be able to wear a shirt while this virus is still on, am I?" He pulled his hands in an automatic gesture to run them over his face, but his one wrist caught, still attached to Sulu's, so he stopped mid-motion, groaning. Ianto had hesitations about stepping out of the house in a t-shirt, some times, let alone absolutely nothing at all. "Brilliant. Just...absolutely brilliant..."
"Oh, relax," Jack said, rubbing Ianto's shoulder in support, a grin across his face that really saw no chance of leaving anytime soon, "you look good like this. Maybe not your usual style, but. I'm certainly not complaining," he said, with a wink, though who it was directed at, Sulu or Ianto, it wasn't really apparent. "Bring a sheet or something, if you're really feeling that uncomfortable with it."
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Date: 2010-07-17 03:38 am (UTC)Jack turned as well, and whistled low. "Gotta say, Lieutenant, the strapless, sleeveless look really works for you like this. Ianto here sure knows how to pick clothes out for someone, let me tell you that. I'm glad you can't do sleeves. It'd be a shame to have to cover that up."
Ianto rolled his eyes and blushed at the backwards compliment that Jack had given him, when he realized something with a groan. "Oh, god. I'm... I'm not going to be able to wear a shirt while this virus is still on, am I?" He pulled his hands in an automatic gesture to run them over his face, but his one wrist caught, still attached to Sulu's, so he stopped mid-motion, groaning. Ianto had hesitations about stepping out of the house in a t-shirt, some times, let alone absolutely nothing at all. "Brilliant. Just...absolutely brilliant..."
"Oh, relax," Jack said, rubbing Ianto's shoulder in support, a grin across his face that really saw no chance of leaving anytime soon, "you look good like this. Maybe not your usual style, but. I'm certainly not complaining," he said, with a wink, though who it was directed at, Sulu or Ianto, it wasn't really apparent. "Bring a sheet or something, if you're really feeling that uncomfortable with it."