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"What's that then?" Tosh heard Owen's voice call from across the Hub.
It was only the two of them in there, Gwen and Rhys were on their honeymoon, and Ianto had dragged Jack to the cinema for the night. Being alone together made Tosh feel awkward and more lovesick than usual. It had been only a month or so ago that she had proclaimed her love for Owen as he was resurrected for what would be forever.
"Oh, it's just a transcript, nothing for you to worry about." But she did want him to worry about it, she did want him to ask questions.
"In other words, I wouldn't understand?" He joined her at her desk and scanned the screen. "Hereby, we at the Arcateenean High Court proclaim that this transcript is a load of bollocks." He smiled.
She both loved and hated that smile. It was a sly smile, but one she couldn't help but admire nonetheless.
"Alright, no need to be sarcastic." She turned up the defensive. Didn't want him thinking she found him in the slightest bit funny, of course.
"One thing I've learned in life Tosh, there's never a better thing than sarcasm. Well maybe pessimism, but when you're dead there's not much choice." He jumped off the desk then walked to the stairs to the morgue. "Oh and I forgot to say. That game of pool. Can we reschedule until next week again please? I've got some things I need to do."
She nodded meekly, and he smiled apologetically at her. Her heart sank.