Room 402, Thursday Morning.

[ihaveniceteeth]

You'd think that Gwen had reached the point where no matter where, what, how or with who she woke up, it wouldn't phase her.

That loud, masculine, Welsh-accented swearing would be her proving you wrong.

[Open like an open thing.]

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[thankgoditsme]

Friday, thankfully (he would think later) still his old self, rolled over and squinted at Gwen's side of the room. His vision was blurry from just having woken up, but that quickly passed when there was another guy in the room and not the usual crazy Welsh girl.

It really must have been the sleep talking and not common sense, because the first question he asked was to the point. "Are you the tea boy?"

He really hoped they hadn't - not when he'd been here, anyway, because really - but if they had, he'd have to have a chat about Gwen bringing someone home. Maybe a sock on the door or something.

[ihaveniceteeth]

Gwen flailed at Friday. Just a little. "I'm not Ianto!"

[thankgoditsme]

"Well you don't sound like the American and I don't know of anyone else Welsh."

[ihaveniceteeth]

"It's me," Gwen said, then realised it needed clarification. "Gwen."