Sulu liked that blink. The way Ianto looked when he was taken by surprise was - well. Cute. Most of the expressions Ianto made were either endearing, charming or cute to Sulu, though; he was starting to notice this sort of pattern in his thought processes, and he wasn't sure if he should be trying to change it. He didn't want to, so he figured he should just go with it, like he was with the rest of the day.
Jack's whirlwind of commentary distracted both of them, it seemed, though when Jack left, Sulu found himself still trying to parse out what he'd said. Something about the uniform, and the Rift, and Sulu was too busy wondering whether or not it was Ianto's eyes that made Sulu's gaze so drawn to the other's face. Maybe it was his mouth - right. Handcuffs, woman, hormones; this virus was basically forcing Sulu to both acknowledge things he'd kept on a back-burner since the Jacket Incident and to return said things right back to the burners.
Sulu took a moment to regain his bearings, now that he and Ianto were actually, officially left alone for the first time that day. Jack was downstairs and would expect them when he expected them, and not come looking - probably, at least, unless the virus he was afflicted with caused him trouble. Or Ianto trouble - Sulu suddenly thought that he really didn't want to see Ianto feel sick or uneasy because of the distance, even though it was appreciated for the time-being.
He cleared his thoughts for the moment when Ianto opened the door, noting that Ianto wasn't making any move to actually leave. He was just fidgeting, asking Sulu if he wanted to wait around or just go downstairs - "No - uh. Maybe just five minutes up here," he offered, trying not to sound too keen on the idea of having time alone with Ianto for the first time that day, maybe the only time today. He leaned his head back against the headrest, fingers half-unconsciously lacing with Ianto's once more, like it was their new default position.
He wanted to ask if they should talk, if they needed to talk right now, because their already somewhat complicated situation was not being made better by this new feminine body of Sulu's. They were supposed to go out and actually talk about this whole... Incident, that was causing Ianto to worry and causing Sulu to be entirely too focused on Ianto's eyes and broad chest, which was a really nice thing to wake up to. If only he'd been himself.
"Probably not the best way to open a conversation about what we're doing, exactly, with the flirting and all," he said finally, having been silent long enough, rolling his head to look at Ianto. "This virus, I mean."
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Jack's whirlwind of commentary distracted both of them, it seemed, though when Jack left, Sulu found himself still trying to parse out what he'd said. Something about the uniform, and the Rift, and Sulu was too busy wondering whether or not it was Ianto's eyes that made Sulu's gaze so drawn to the other's face. Maybe it was his mouth - right. Handcuffs, woman, hormones; this virus was basically forcing Sulu to both acknowledge things he'd kept on a back-burner since the Jacket Incident and to return said things right back to the burners.
Sulu took a moment to regain his bearings, now that he and Ianto were actually, officially left alone for the first time that day. Jack was downstairs and would expect them when he expected them, and not come looking - probably, at least, unless the virus he was afflicted with caused him trouble. Or Ianto trouble - Sulu suddenly thought that he really didn't want to see Ianto feel sick or uneasy because of the distance, even though it was appreciated for the time-being.
He cleared his thoughts for the moment when Ianto opened the door, noting that Ianto wasn't making any move to actually leave. He was just fidgeting, asking Sulu if he wanted to wait around or just go downstairs - "No - uh. Maybe just five minutes up here," he offered, trying not to sound too keen on the idea of having time alone with Ianto for the first time that day, maybe the only time today. He leaned his head back against the headrest, fingers half-unconsciously lacing with Ianto's once more, like it was their new default position.
He wanted to ask if they should talk, if they needed to talk right now, because their already somewhat complicated situation was not being made better by this new feminine body of Sulu's. They were supposed to go out and actually talk about this whole... Incident, that was causing Ianto to worry and causing Sulu to be entirely too focused on Ianto's eyes and broad chest, which was a really nice thing to wake up to. If only he'd been himself.
"Probably not the best way to open a conversation about what we're doing, exactly, with the flirting and all," he said finally, having been silent long enough, rolling his head to look at Ianto. "This virus, I mean."