"You're not the reason that I'm sick," Ianto said, petulantly because really was burning up, he could tell that much. "I'm the reason that I'm sick. Or well. It's the community's fault, if you get right down to it. But..." He stared down the steps, normally quite manageable but in his current state rather daunting. "Yeah. It's alright. I... It'll be fine. I'm not going to let go of this railing anytime soon, and you're there, and it'll be fine. See?" As if to prove his point, Ianto started down the stairs. Or rather, he stepped down one step with one foot, and then managed the other. "Look. It's... It'll be fine. C'mon." And he started down another, then another.
He was not going to let Sulu know that the reason that he wanted to get down the stairs had as much to do with the rolling of his stomach as it did with the spinning of his head, now. He was pretty sure that if he had to go back and clean up after himself, he'd rather have one spot to have to clean, rather than several stairs. Because he was starting to get that tell-tale feeling in the back of his throat that meant nothing good would come of this, and he swallowed hard against it, hoping he didn't look as green as he felt.
And he didn't, probably. He was burning up, he could tell that, he probably looked bright red. Unless... Ianto sent a prayer up to any gods that were listening that he wasn't splotchy like he used to get when he was sick as a child. Having no shirt, there would be no way to hide the fact, and any more embarrassment and he might think harder about throwing himself down the stairs right then and there. Not actually seriously, because that would involve taking Sulu with him, but really. He swallowed again. Blotchy was just not on.
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Date: 2010-08-10 07:32 pm (UTC)He was not going to let Sulu know that the reason that he wanted to get down the stairs had as much to do with the rolling of his stomach as it did with the spinning of his head, now. He was pretty sure that if he had to go back and clean up after himself, he'd rather have one spot to have to clean, rather than several stairs. Because he was starting to get that tell-tale feeling in the back of his throat that meant nothing good would come of this, and he swallowed hard against it, hoping he didn't look as green as he felt.
And he didn't, probably. He was burning up, he could tell that, he probably looked bright red. Unless... Ianto sent a prayer up to any gods that were listening that he wasn't splotchy like he used to get when he was sick as a child. Having no shirt, there would be no way to hide the fact, and any more embarrassment and he might think harder about throwing himself down the stairs right then and there. Not actually seriously, because that would involve taking Sulu with him, but really. He swallowed again. Blotchy was just not on.