Sulu held tight to Ianto, keeping a hand on his chest as firmly as possible as they made their way slowly down the steps. "It's the community, but I'm the reason you waited this long. But we're going to be fine." And it was true, hopefully. Though he was definitely wary of how Ianto looked, he refused to say anything about it. He would simply pretend Ianto was fine, that they were both fine, that they'd make it to Jack before Ianto passed out or, worse yet, puked and stayed conscious enough to know he did it.

"Moving walkways," he said suddenly, "In the future, you're going to get moving walkways." It was a passing fad of the 22nd century, really, because the exercise you got from walking far outweighed the necessity of sidewalks that did the job for you, but Ianto could probably use one of those right now in the Hub.