Ianto kissed Sulu back. As much as he said that he had faith in the portkey, he still had some doubts about it, and well. He hadn't been kidding that one night when he'd come to Sulu's cabin and cried to him about not even being able to say goodbye. If... If this was the last time the two of them ever saw each other (it wasn't going to be, but just in case), then he didn't want to have regrets like that weighing on his conscience.

Ianto sat up on the couch after Sulu got off of him, running his fingers through his hair to straighten it out a little bit again. "Okay. I'll... I'll be waiting for your call, then," he said, moving to stand next to Sulu. He smiled at the other man, before going in to take take a kiss of his own, shorter than the one Sulu'd started, but just as nice. "You'd better call, you know," he said, pulling back. "I don't want to try this optimism thing only to have it go horribly wrong, yeah?" he said, with a small smile.