Ianto smiled up at Sulu at his words, that he wasn't sure that even he could screw up what it was that they had, a warm, slow-blooming smile that spread another blush across his face in the process, but he didn't mind so much about the blush this time around. Ianto's hand on Sulu's arm went to the side of his face, cupping his cheek and pulling him down to meet Ianto in another brief, sweet kiss.

"I'm glad," he said, although whether it was to the idea that Sulu thought that their relationship was such that couldn't be screwed up by one person just making the wrong move or saying something out of place, or whether it was the idea that Sulu liked him enough to believe that that would be the case, he wasn't quite sure.