Jack's apology nearly fell on deaf ears, until Sulu took a moment to remember what was going on here, exactly. He'd just asked out Ianto, who was now passed out, who needed his boss-slash-lover to touch him in order to help him. He was sort of on the outskirts of the entire problem; the most that he'd had to worry about, other than Ianto's well-being, was dragging the man to the end of the hall.

So, instead of remaining pissy, like he almost wanted to do, he just nodded. "Don't apologize, it's fine. And - let's just get him out of these stupid tunnels. You really need to invest in some kind of trolley system, you know that?"

As much as Sulu hated to think that he wasn't really much help here, what with his frame not being built for hauling fully grown Welshmen long distances, he couldn't blame Jack for wanting to do most of the work. His shoulder was still aching, anyway - he really wouldn't be much help. The least he could do was help Jack heave the other upright. "Sure, yeah. Let's get him up."