"We have a few, but they don't handle the same as either of the cars you guys have put me in." Their turn radius, for example, was a lot finer. But Sulu didn't honestly care about the car ride, or about the differences between 21st and 23rd century cars; today, he was really just more concerned with getting to the Hub and laying low. That included figuring out how to cover for his absence, which was definitely going to be a pain. "And I promise, so long as you drive a little less sharply, there'll be no problems with Ianto's upholstery."
He shook his head at Jack's momentary change into official driver mode, glad that the other was actually listening to the two of them holding on to each other in the back seat. Speaking of holding on - Ianto made no move to let go of Sulu's hand, and so Sulu returned the favor by continuing to hold on to him, going so far as to briefly run his thumb over Ianto's knuckles. He couldn't remember the last time something as simple as hand-holding had reduced him to such a butterfly-riddled sap, but he honestly couldn't care less. He figured that he just liked the way their hands fit together - even though his were significantly smaller than usual.
He briefly wondered if Ianto would really be so ready to grab hold of his hand if he weren't a woman, but it felt a little irrational. Even though he was in Lisa's clothing... God, but it was complicated. He put it all out of his mind and just continued to be content with holding Ianto's hand.
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Date: 2010-07-28 10:38 am (UTC)He shook his head at Jack's momentary change into official driver mode, glad that the other was actually listening to the two of them holding on to each other in the back seat. Speaking of holding on - Ianto made no move to let go of Sulu's hand, and so Sulu returned the favor by continuing to hold on to him, going so far as to briefly run his thumb over Ianto's knuckles. He couldn't remember the last time something as simple as hand-holding had reduced him to such a butterfly-riddled sap, but he honestly couldn't care less. He figured that he just liked the way their hands fit together - even though his were significantly smaller than usual.
He briefly wondered if Ianto would really be so ready to grab hold of his hand if he weren't a woman, but it felt a little irrational. Even though he was in Lisa's clothing... God, but it was complicated. He put it all out of his mind and just continued to be content with holding Ianto's hand.