"One hundred percent sure," Sulu nodded, moving his arm from Ianto's back so that he could cover the hand resting on his chest with his own. He had no problem with the cold, not really; it came from growing up by the ocean. Sure, he wasn't about to go brave the Siberian tundra with Pavel or anything, but Ianto's hands? That'd be easy.

"I never want to hurt you," Sulu said seriously, before adding with a bit more humor, "Especially not your face. It's too attractive for that." As it was, he thought Ianto was a bit lucky that the broken nose he'd received hadn't stayed with him after the virus, but that was neither here nor there. He wasn't about to bring it up, that was for sure. "Maybe you should invest in a helmet," he added with a little laugh.