Ianto let himself be pulled to the backseat and into the car next to Sulu. He had to admit, the upholstery of his car felt rather strange on his bare skin. He really wasn't used to this whole shirtless thing. Ianto wasn't sure if Sulu remembered that he had trouble with cars sometimes, or whether he had just chosen in favor of what Ianto would want, but he was happy that Sulu was in the back with him. Ianto really was wary of car rides. He had a scar on his lower back, just millimeters shy of his spine, from a stray shard of slate that he'd landed on wrong, after throwing himself from a car that very shortly after that ended up being a rather large fireball at the bottom of the cliff, so. Ianto really wouldn't ever be able to relax around these sorts of things again, and was grateful that, though he might not freak out very visibly, Sulu would at least be there as a physically comforting presence.

"You know, the centimeters from death at any given moment comment really isn't helping my nerves much," Ianto said, situating himself and buckling his seatbelt (another object that he'd definitely not encountered shirtless, before, and felt rather odd, all things considered.

"C'mon, Ianto," Jack said, pulling out onto the street and turning in the complete opposite direction of the Hub, "have I ever crashed a single vehicle that I was driving?"

Ianto looked at him. "You're not helping, either. You know, does the saying 'there's a first time for everything' mean anything to you?"