Ianto noticed the pause in response, the way that Sulu seemed to be looking at him as he paused, and he wondered what the other was thinking about. Was it him? Ianto fought himself not to blush at that thought. Just because he was feeling like a teenager all over again with this didn't necessarily mean that Sulu did too. Still, Ianto wondered...
He wondered if he occupied Sulu's thoughts as much as Sulu seemed to occupy his. Because there were days, recently, before this virus and all, but after the jeans, after the conversation that he'd had with the other man later about the thing with the jeans and what had started then, when Ianto found his thoughts traveling to the other man. Wondering what he was doing. Whether it was interesting or not. Whether he was piloting the Enterprise, having fun with his crewmates. Wondering if he was asleep or not. Wondering...wondering if Sulu wondered about him like this, sometimes.
There were times when Ianto was outside, and he'd see a plane go by, and think of Sulu and wonder how he was, where he was, and well. Ianto knew that that was silly, because logically, Sulu wasn't in that plane, he was in a ship god knows how far from the earth in, well, a whole other universe, which was just so bloody far away. He just couldn't help himself, though, couldn't help the feeling deep in his stomach that god, this better work out, it had to work out, whatever it was. Because. Even though he didn't know what to expect out of this, what it even was, what he wanted out of it, he did know that even though he was here in Cardiff and Sulu was god knows where however many million miles away in a whole other universe, he still occupied his thoughts, and that had to mean something, didn't it?
"Yeah, I know," Ianto said. "It's still weird, though. That you're not yourself. Not bad, because." Alright, this time Ianto blushed. "I mean, girl version you...definitely isn't bad, but. You--well, that is, the real you--you're...nice too."
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Date: 2010-07-31 03:53 am (UTC)He wondered if he occupied Sulu's thoughts as much as Sulu seemed to occupy his. Because there were days, recently, before this virus and all, but after the jeans, after the conversation that he'd had with the other man later about the thing with the jeans and what had started then, when Ianto found his thoughts traveling to the other man. Wondering what he was doing. Whether it was interesting or not. Whether he was piloting the Enterprise, having fun with his crewmates. Wondering if he was asleep or not. Wondering...wondering if Sulu wondered about him like this, sometimes.
There were times when Ianto was outside, and he'd see a plane go by, and think of Sulu and wonder how he was, where he was, and well. Ianto knew that that was silly, because logically, Sulu wasn't in that plane, he was in a ship god knows how far from the earth in, well, a whole other universe, which was just so bloody far away. He just couldn't help himself, though, couldn't help the feeling deep in his stomach that god, this better work out, it had to work out, whatever it was. Because. Even though he didn't know what to expect out of this, what it even was, what he wanted out of it, he did know that even though he was here in Cardiff and Sulu was god knows where however many million miles away in a whole other universe, he still occupied his thoughts, and that had to mean something, didn't it?
"Yeah, I know," Ianto said. "It's still weird, though. That you're not yourself. Not bad, because." Alright, this time Ianto blushed. "I mean, girl version you...definitely isn't bad, but. You--well, that is, the real you--you're...nice too."