Ianto, centuries behind and god knows how far away from Sulu, was thinking the same thing, wishing that he hadn't felt the need to make Sulu leave. That... That it had really been a lot more comfortable laying on his couch with Sulu there than it was at that moment, without him. And maybe the fact that they were still on the phone together was just rubbing that in, but still.

"Yeah," he said, trying to sound excited about the future dates rather than moping about having to part ways. "It does. I mean. There's lots of things that we can go out to do. Things that are modern now, and y'know. Things that are old, even now. There's a silent films theater in town, for example. Or... There's things that we could do in, too. Like, I don't know. I'm not a bad cook. Dinner, or." What else was there to do? He was so out of practice with this, no thanks to Jack. "I don't know, rentals or television or something," he said, lamely, at least in his opinion.