[RL WITH SULU]

[torchwoodteaboy]

Ianto had been cleared by John and the attending nurse to be fit to go, and was currently in the process of getting himself presentable enough to be officially discharged. With Jack off on a call about someone having sighted Myfanwy out in the countryside, and Sulu waiting outside for the taxi they'd called to bring him home, that left him with the

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[takeitoutofpark]

Sulu was surprised at how easy it was for him to pick up how, exactly, someone was supposed to get a taxi. Sure, it helped that he didn't have to flag one down on his own, but the fact was that he simply forgot about the idea of taxis until they were presented to him as a viable means of transportation. The cabby that had been sent to pick them up was surprisingly tolerant of Sulu's obvious out-of-town attitude, which definitely helped.

He'd noticed that Ianto was taking a bit too long almost immediately, and so he told the driver that he'd be right back before heading back through the hospital's ICU ward. It was a little weird, he thought, that he'd been to a hospital in the 21st century more than he'd ever been in his own timeline, but it didn't matter. Ianto and Jack were both worth it. Reaching the room, he tapped a knuckle against the door to let Ianto know he was coming in before swinging it open, smiling at him softly.

"Looking good," he commented, because clothes were definitely a step up from a hospital gown.

[torchwoodteaboy]

Ianto turned to where Sulu's voice came from in the door and frowned at him. He didn't want to have to admit that he needed help on something so simple as a pair of trainers, but he'd been trying to get them on for the last few minutes, and he was obviously getting nowhere, so he might as well admit defeat. It was already obvious from the fact that Sulu had come looking for him that he was taking longer than he should have been.

"I look like Jack grabbed the first things out of my closet that he could find and tossed them into a duffel bag," Ianto groused. Alright, so. He didn't look that bad, really. The dress pants with the trainers thing wasn't exactly his style, but other people did it. At least he had a button-down shirt, albeit wrinkled from the abuse of the trip over there. That was the last thing he needed, to end up in dress slacks, trainers, and a t-shirt that he hadn't worn since high school. He knew he still had some of those lying around somewhere, and he thanked whatever gods he could think of that Jack had at least

[takeitoutofpark]

Sulu laughed, a little breathless from the fact that he was listening to Ianto whine about his clothes, and shook his head. "Come on. It's not that bad." He moved forward, taking in the fact that Ianto's shoes seemed to be the last things on, the heels flat under Ianto's feet. He could see on Ianto's face a look of frustration, much the same as he had seen long before, when they'd been here for Jack. He frowned a bit and stepped closer.

He knew he shouldn't ask, or offer, because Ianto was as proud as him and it was a bit humiliating, but. He could at least try to make it easier as he stepped forward, kneeling to adjust Ianto's shoes onto his feet.

"I don't want you doing anything beyond sitting, lying down and maybe just a little walking until I know you're okay." He tried to play as overprotective as possible, playing up the fact that he really did want Ianto to do nothing but rest, so that maybe it wouldn't be so bad for Ianto.

[torchwoodteaboy]

Ianto tipped his head back, looking up at the ceiling so maybe the fact that Sulu was helping him on with his shoes would be the tiniest bit less humiliating than it was in that moment. He blushed, obviously a little uncomfortable with having to accept help on this, but at least he was mature enough to be able to recognize when he should just shut up and let people help him sometimes, which was more than he could say for other people he knew