Ianto smiled back at him, and let him in the door, tossing his keys on the table in the hall put there specifically for that purpose. He would try and offer a refreshment, but. They'd just gone out to eat, and they really shouldn't have much more to drink if they weren't wanting to regret it all later...
Shit. What... What to do? "Would..." he started, stumbling over his words, the alcohol's liquid courage effect abandoning him in that moment, "would you like something to drink? I mean... There's. I've got water, or. There's always coffee..." Ianto could have kicked himself. Offering coffee? It was like a default, or something, for him. It would give him something to do to be less awkward, but. Sulu was probably fine the way he was in that moment. Ianto just suddenly had no idea where to go from there, so. He was fretting, like he was known to do.
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Date: 2010-09-14 05:16 am (UTC)Shit. What... What to do? "Would..." he started, stumbling over his words, the alcohol's liquid courage effect abandoning him in that moment, "would you like something to drink? I mean... There's. I've got water, or. There's always coffee..." Ianto could have kicked himself. Offering coffee? It was like a default, or something, for him. It would give him something to do to be less awkward, but. Sulu was probably fine the way he was in that moment. Ianto just suddenly had no idea where to go from there, so. He was fretting, like he was known to do.