Sulu smiled and leaned in a bit to look at the hands, pretty much oblivious to the fact that his enthusiasm wasn't very noticable. "Jack has good taste." Not that Sulu hadn't already noticed that, but it bore repeating. "I wonder if it still keeps the right time, even when it's a Portkey. That's a pretty good name, tells you exactly what you need to know."
He wanted to touch it, to fiddle with it, but he knew better. Instead, he looked up at Ianto. "Are you sure you want me to hold on to this? I mean, Jack picked it out for you, didn't he? I don't want to be stealing his presents to you. I'm already monopolizing his archivist's evening, after all."
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Date: 2010-08-22 05:29 am (UTC)He wanted to touch it, to fiddle with it, but he knew better. Instead, he looked up at Ianto. "Are you sure you want me to hold on to this? I mean, Jack picked it out for you, didn't he? I don't want to be stealing his presents to you. I'm already monopolizing his archivist's evening, after all."