It could have been a year or ten years, as far as Sulu was concerned; no matter how long it had been, Sulu wouldn't want to make him suffer for it. Some things just stuck with you a lot longer than other things, and it happened that Ianto's car accident was one of those things. It felt strange to think that; even he had a limit to his patience, and he knew plenty of times where he'd gotten exasperated over someone's irrational fears or anxieties, and plenty of times where he had to shove his own fears aside in order to get the job done. But for some reason, when it came to Ianto, he just couldn't imagine ever feeling exasperated or annoyed about it.
More than that, like Ianto had said - he'd noticed the subtle changes in Ianto's expression and posture, even though they had been fairly subtle. Sulu was by no means an unperceptive guy, but it wasn't as though he often paid attention to the expressions of people around him when he was being entertained by something. And Jack's driving definitely took up most of his attention - and yet, he'd managed to catch on to Ianto's discomfort. Even stranger, he'd been able to place it quicker than he normally would have.
He wasn't sure what it meant, if it meant anything. Maybe he just spent so much of his effort on checking on Ianto, seeing how he felt (and, more importantly, caring about how he felt), that it was finally starting to pay off. It was a little eerie, actually - or just bizarre. Unusual was probably the right word.
He knew he'd been quiet a little longer than he should have been, and he'd been sort of staring at Ianto, so he blinked and looked down at their hands, shaking his head. "Hey, just because I look like a woman, doesn't mean I am. Other than a slight change in my hormones, I'm exactly the same as normal." Maybe that hormonal imbalance was why his stomach was filled with butterflies while their hands were tangled together. Part of him hoped that was the case, because then he could actually look Ianto in the eye after all this was over without feeling anxious and breathless - the other part of him actually liked it, and hoped it kept up.
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Date: 2010-07-29 08:15 am (UTC)More than that, like Ianto had said - he'd noticed the subtle changes in Ianto's expression and posture, even though they had been fairly subtle. Sulu was by no means an unperceptive guy, but it wasn't as though he often paid attention to the expressions of people around him when he was being entertained by something. And Jack's driving definitely took up most of his attention - and yet, he'd managed to catch on to Ianto's discomfort. Even stranger, he'd been able to place it quicker than he normally would have.
He wasn't sure what it meant, if it meant anything. Maybe he just spent so much of his effort on checking on Ianto, seeing how he felt (and, more importantly, caring about how he felt), that it was finally starting to pay off. It was a little eerie, actually - or just bizarre. Unusual was probably the right word.
He knew he'd been quiet a little longer than he should have been, and he'd been sort of staring at Ianto, so he blinked and looked down at their hands, shaking his head. "Hey, just because I look like a woman, doesn't mean I am. Other than a slight change in my hormones, I'm exactly the same as normal." Maybe that hormonal imbalance was why his stomach was filled with butterflies while their hands were tangled together. Part of him hoped that was the case, because then he could actually look Ianto in the eye after all this was over without feeling anxious and breathless - the other part of him actually liked it, and hoped it kept up.