Sulu knew what Ianto was getting at; he wanted to talk, and he felt like he was able to talk now, so they better do it while they could. He nodded, shifting a bit in the seat. Skirts were really not conducive to sitting on leather seats, he was finding, so he unbuckled his seatbelt (which he should have done a while ago, but he'd been distracted by his inner monologue) and shifted so that he was sitting sideways, legs folded neatly under him as he adjusted to sit facing Ianto.

"No, it doesn't change anything." He kept his eyes on Ianto's, both to be as reassuring as Ianto was being, and because he was starting to notice that he really liked looking in them. "And, no, I understand. I don't want this to be a mistake, and - I don't think it is. I don't. But I'm not sure what you want me to say, about what this all is, exactly." He frowned, raising an eyebrow, "What do you want it to be?"