Owen hadn't intended to be late. But with Ianto (and their misguided adventures) things tended to go into the wee hours of the morning.
Coming home, though, was a good feeling. And he pushed open the door, tired and aching and just glad to have a warm flat. That was one of the perks of living with someone -- home was always warm.
He dropped his keys on the table, sliding out of his jacket, when he noticed the light still on. Frowning, he checked his watch, roaming further into the apartment to see Tosh. "You still up?"
Tosh heard the door opening, setting her book down and looking up as Owen entered the room.
"I took the day off tomorrow," she explained. Normally, she was in bed by this time, and up fairly early to open up the library. "I went to go surprise you at the bar, but you weren't there," she said, biting her lip worriedly. "Not getting up to any trouble, were you?"
"Trouble? Me?" Owen grinned as he approached her, ducking his head a little to kiss her cheek. "Honestly, where would you get such a ridiculous idea?" He avoided it, obviously. There was no need to bring Tosh into this mess.
"Oh, yes, because you and Ianto never get up to any trouble," she said, smirking a little, and shifting on the couch so he could sit beside her.
"It's just- I feel like I haven't seen you in weeks. Well, I mean, I saw you that week while you were ten, but that wasn't really all that much fun for me," she admitted. "Not that you weren't an adorable kid. But the conversation was somewhat lacking."
Well, alien AI was certainly something they were all familiar with, and Tosh wondered why Owen was keeping it a secret from her. Wasn't this something she could help with?
"cos I can't fix it."
Ah, so that was the problem. It was a trait of Owen's that Tosh knew well, because she had it herself- wanting to prove she could do things on her own, that she didn't need anyone's help
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Every muscle in Owen's body froze. His lungs (reliable things, usually) refused his commands to breathe, dammit! The fingers Tosh held so dutifully clenched hard around hers; he had to force memory back into those parts of his thoughts that said to be careful not to hurt her, even if he had to pull away to do so.
He stood. Stretched in an empty gesture. "You want anything to eat?" The words tasted hollow and humorless.
He didn't want anything either, but took his cue to stalk into the kitchen and pulled a beer from the fridge. Maybe it was because Chloe was blonde. That could have something to do with it. It wasn't her fault he'd never really come to terms what the loss of his fiancee. Not her fault he felt so damn helpless again. This was psychological repression at its highest.
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Coming home, though, was a good feeling. And he pushed open the door, tired and aching and just glad to have a warm flat. That was one of the perks of living with someone -- home was always warm.
He dropped his keys on the table, sliding out of his jacket, when he noticed the light still on. Frowning, he checked his watch, roaming further into the apartment to see Tosh. "You still up?"
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"I took the day off tomorrow," she explained. Normally, she was in bed by this time, and up fairly early to open up the library. "I went to go surprise you at the bar, but you weren't there," she said, biting her lip worriedly. "Not getting up to any trouble, were you?"
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"I was just out with Ianto for a bit."
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"Oh, yes, because you and Ianto never get up to any trouble," she said, smirking a little, and shifting on the couch so he could sit beside her.
"It's just- I feel like I haven't seen you in weeks. Well, I mean, I saw you that week while you were ten, but that wasn't really all that much fun for me," she admitted. "Not that you weren't an adorable kid. But the conversation was somewhat lacking."
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"cos I can't fix it."
Ah, so that was the problem. It was a trait of Owen's that Tosh knew well, because she had it herself- wanting to prove she could do things on her own, that she didn't need anyone's help ( ... )
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He stood. Stretched in an empty gesture. "You want anything to eat?" The words tasted hollow and humorless.
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"No, Owen. What-?" she looked up at him quizzically, unsure of what part of what she'd said had caused his sudden shift in mood.
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Owen took a long drink.
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