Ianto's forehead creased in disappointment for the fact that Sulu had noticed he was starting to lag, and in the fact that he was lagging in the first place. His eyes saddened, dropping down before turning them to look back up at Sulu. "If...if I told you that I was fine, you wouldn't believe me anyway, now would you?" he asked, with such a look of defeat across his face.
Ianto was perfectly prepared to keep on pretending for as long as he could, but the fact that Sulu had noticed kind of defeated that point, and as another wave of general sickness swept over him, stronger than before, he shut his eyes and breathed deep, sighing. "Yeah," he said, "it's the virus. I... I wish it weren't. God, I wish it weren't, but. We're...we're probably going to have to go track Jack down." He'd already pushed it further than he should have, should have gone to try and find Jack as soon as the feeling had started, but. He couldn't regret that at all. Not when even though his stomach was starting to twist itself into one big, horrible cramp, he still felt like smiling.
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Ianto was perfectly prepared to keep on pretending for as long as he could, but the fact that Sulu had noticed kind of defeated that point, and as another wave of general sickness swept over him, stronger than before, he shut his eyes and breathed deep, sighing. "Yeah," he said, "it's the virus. I... I wish it weren't. God, I wish it weren't, but. We're...we're probably going to have to go track Jack down." He'd already pushed it further than he should have, should have gone to try and find Jack as soon as the feeling had started, but. He couldn't regret that at all. Not when even though his stomach was starting to twist itself into one big, horrible cramp, he still felt like smiling.