"I didn't much like skirts either, when I was a woman," Ianto said, agreeing with Sulu. "Or heels. 'Course, I was stuck in the body of someone else, and she apparently liked to wear heels all the time, so wearing flats felt odd, but. God." He sighed. "Alright. Fine. I'll...I'll just wear a sheet outside. Because I am not," he said, giving both of them separate looks, "going out shirtless. I don't care if it's acceptable, or even normal for a man to go out in the day without one, you won't ever convince me to do it. Not unless we're...at the beach, or something. Which is not going to happen anytime soon, not with our work schedule, so you can stop thinking anything along those lines right there."

Jack shrugged, smiling at Ianto, but knowing not to push the other man, not when he was as embarrassed as he was, but submitting to the fact that he had no other choice here. "Alright, fine. But honestly, Ianto, when we get to the Hub, carrying that sheet around is just going to be in the way. You're going to have to get used to it. I'll. I'll call Gwen and explain things to her, give her the day again. Alright? It'll just be me and Sulu, yeah, nothing to be worried about."

Actually, yes, there was. Because Sulu was half the reason that Ianto was embarrassed to be shirtless in the first place, but Ianto nodded at him, blushing. He wasn't going to get anywhere soon if he kept being difficult about it, after all. "Yeah, alright..."