"I'll call, I promise, I promise." Sulu laughed and, unable to resist, ran both his hands through Ianto's hair as he gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "Don't worry. I'll make sure to get back in one piece. I don't want you to lose the optimism - it looks too good on you."

Sulu moved to grab the box that the portkey was in, pausing briefly to blow at the singing plant he'd brought earlier so that it chimed a bit. "And, at the very least, I'll be stopping by sometime to check on this one here," he said, winking at Ianto, "Making sure you're keeping care of it." After all, he was a botanist; he wasn't about to let Ianto get away with killing one of his plants.