"Right," Ianto said, trying to collect himself. His hand had gone rather limp in Sulu's hand, because he had to spend too much brainpower on figuring out exactly how he felt about all of this, figuring out the specifics of it all. "Meeting at mine, driving out to dinner, having a meal..." Ianto blinked, raising his other hand to run it through his hair, moving his hand to rest on the back of his neck as he thought about it. A date. With Sulu. As a man. Both of them being men.

"You...you'd seriously want to go out on a date with me? I mean, well. That is to say..." He blushed at Sulu, smiling slightly. "Sorry. Yes. I'd... I'd love to. I... I just. Need to be able to process the fact that you basically just asked me out, here. I'm... I haven't been asked out in a long time. Let alone... I mean..." Another thought process occurred to him.

"How? ...we're both men. Does that..." He blushed again, realizing that it was a stupid question, but asking it anyway. "How... I mean, does that matter? It's...it's the 21st century. We. We could be heckled, depending on where we go and how...ehm, unsubtle we are about the fact that we're on a d--..." Ianto said, trailing off and swallowing, before finishing, "a date. Does it...do you care? I mean. I know it's not ideal, but. Is...is that alright?" God, he was stuttering. If it didn't matter so much to him, he'd've forced himself to shut up by then.