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"I just wanted to show you that not everybody won't go near you," Ianto sighed, pulling away.
"What?"
Ianto shook his head, silencing whatever may have followed Owen's expression. "We're both broken people, Owen, whether or not you think that about me,"
Owen shook his head, muttering a quick "you hid your girlfriend in the basement and your first office burned down," comment, though desperately looked as though he needed to say something else. Ianto cast a weary eye to the scavenged sofa and gestured to Owen's coat. " Jack said you had to stay with one of us," he shrugged, "but it didn't have to be him,"
Once again, Owen was stuck, not yet sure how to react to the side of Ianto he had only ever snatched glimpses of. "Propositioning me Ianto?" he arched an eyebrow, "What? Trying to shag me? Doesn't Jack need you?"
Ianto grinned but turned sharply on his heel, already three steps up the cold med bay stairs when the man whom most of the icy chill was coming from had worked up the nerve to speak again.
"Look mate, I'm sorry. It's just a bit...weird. You weren't even bloody speaking to me a week ago,"
"A week ago I hadn't lost you yet,"