"I got that," Sulu said with a hint of humor in his voice, "But don't worry. I like your coffee, so I don't get put off or anything by you offering to make it." He sat easily, almost immediately letting his head droop so that it was resting on Ianto's shoulder, pulling their intertwined hands onto their knees. As much as he wanted to grab hold of Ianto and kiss him and possibly never leave, he was surprisingly comfortable with just this level of affection for the time-being.

When Ianto apologized, though, Sulu moved his head to look at the other, smiling fondly. "I don't need you to be suave or anything like that. Just remember that it's me you're with, not some blind date." After all, Sulu and Ianto actually knew each other. There was no reason to be awkward, as far as Sulu could see. (That hadn't stopped him from being nervous all night, of course, but Sulu was trying to practice what he preached, at least.)