"Y-yeah, alright," Ianto said, grateful that Sulu was turning around and not watching, completely unaware as to anything that the other might be thinking or wondering, despite the fact that some deep, dark corner of his mind was wondering the same thing. And yet another small, hidden, buried part of him wishing that Sulu were himself for this, so that he'd feel a bit more comfortable with it all.

Ianto did the best he could with removing the boxers one-handed, tossing them across the room and miraculously getting the hamper like he'd intended. He wasted no time in lying out the boxers and stepping into them, sliding them on and up as fast as he could. He...would rather not be standing there naked any longer than he had to, after all. After he was done, he made sure that everything was safe, before nodding, even though Sulu couldn't see him. "Yeah, alright. Well, that part's done," he said, "you can turn around again." He reached out to take the jeans back from Sulu.

"I'm...I'm afraid I'll need to use my hand for these, though. Y'know. With the fastenings, and all. I mean," he said, holding up his free hand, his left one, "I'm not left-handed, after all." Ianto felt a bit embarrassed that Sulu had been able to do it one-handed, but there was that fact, after all.