Log with Ianto: Date Night

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It was strange, really, how much effort Sulu had put into preparing for this date with Ianto. His usual modus operandi was to comb back his hair a bit, throw on a tee-shirt and jeans and just, well, show up. No flowers, no chocolates, no presents, just a casual sort of attitude that usually worked wonders to make the whole situation less stressful for both parties.

But. Ianto was not part of his usual style and Sulu found himself taking twice as long getting ready as he did for anyone else. Hell, he'd even went shopping for clothes he'd never normally wear (with Gwen, who he was pretty sure enjoyed putting him through the wringer when it came to Ianto), put effort into how his hair looked, took three double-glances in the mirror - Jesus. It was only a date.

With Ianto. The guy who had this uncanny ability to make him feel like his awkward fifteen-year-old self just by grabbing his hand.

At least he had an excuse for the gift - he'd told Ianto that he'd bring him a plant, and it was Ianto's birthday present, anyway, so it wasn't like this was specifically date-related. He could still pretend to be at least a little casual about these kinds of things. You know, despite the fact that his stomach twisted into knots as soon as he called Ianto to make sure that no last-minute Torchwood business had come up.

World hopping, luckily, did nothing to mess up his hair (not that you could really mess up the generic look it always fell into when he tried to style it), nor did it cause the plant he had in hand to wither, wilt, or otherwise be destroyed. He'd gone out of his way to find a nice pot for it, something a little more futuristic than traditional terracotta, since Ianto would appreciate that more than tradition. Hopefully.

After all, this whole date was pretty traditional. Sulu even went for the front-door approach, which he hadn't done since his girlfriend in senior year of high school. He shook himself out a bit for a second, minding the plant, so he could get rid of some of the jitters he was feeling, and then rolled his eyes at his own idiocy and just went for knocking on the door, before he could get himself even more worked up than he already was.

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Ianto, for what it was worth, had been ready for Sulu to show up over half an hour ago. As soon as Sulu had called and the two of them had confirmed that they were actually doing this, it wasn't just a plan but it was actually going to happen, Ianto had fretted about just about every single detail there was to fret about, from where they were going to how they were getting there to how he should present Sulu with the portkey to what sort of an outfit he'd choose to wear. He finally decided on something a bit more casual, knowing that Sulu appreciated how he looked in jeans. He wasn't going to wear the jeans, because he wasn't sure that he'd be able to get anywhere without blushing madly about the fact that he was wearing clothes that Sulu'd picked out for him, but.

And so Ianto had sat at his kitchen table in what his university friends would have called his pulling outfit, complete with a necklace that he'd probably debated for a good five minutes whether he should wear or not, for a good long while before the doorbell jerked him out of his thoughts and up out of his chair. Christ, he... He was really going to need a drink tonight, just to calm down a bit.

Checking his look in the mirror in the hallway on the way out, Ianto took a big breath in and tried hard not to look as nervous as he felt about this as he opened the door to greet Sulu. And nearly did a double take at the clothes the other was wearing. They were...great. Sulu looked amazing. Ianto blushed. "...hey," he said, knowing that just standing there smiling at Sulu and looking like an idiot, while charming, was not the most suave thing he could do in that moment.