Ianto, a little disappointed that he'd been found out and Sulu'd figured out the inevitable, but also relieved because it was hard enough to keep his stomach at bay, keeping up appearances was becoming next to impossible at this rate, could only nod in response. He clutched at the railing, his knuckles white with the effort of moving and keeping himself upright and holding out to the bottom of the stairs, making the last few steps the most torturous of all.

When they finally made it to the bottom, Ianto had every intention of doing this in the most dignified manner as he could, before taking a breather and then starting the trek up again. His body, though, had other plans. Letting go of Sulu's hand and bending over to take a seat on the steps, his stomach made a lurch that he just couldn't keep down, and it was all he could do to turn away from Sulu and towards the wall, leaning over before his stomach tried to expel everything that it possibly could in as quick a manner as was possible. Lord, he was never going to live this one down, he thought miserably. He put a hand to the wall to hold himself up, really not wanting to lean or go anywhere near Sulu when his stomach was rebelling this bad.

After a long and very humiliating few moments of being very sick, his stomach, having finally run out of things to get rid of, settled a little. Ianto stood up slightly, moving to put his head against the wall, and groaned. "I... I am so, so sorry," he said, miserably.