Own was doing what Owen did best… well what he did best when he was relaxing, in between tasks.
Having done his bit, he was now free for a bit, so he was just leaning back in his computer chair listening to the clacking of Tosh’s keyboard.
“Tosh?” He called not opening his eyes. “What do you really think about Gwen, Hmm?”
He was only asking this because the diva bitch had already gone home and he wanted to know if she had pushed her bad impression onto everyone else… especially after the time she forcefully made herself in command when it was supposed to be him…
Sadly no matter how much he had tried, she was deaf to what he had to say, saying that he was just jealous and not to be a bastard and to just do as she said….
THANKFULLY; Ianto and Tosh has been a godsend during that time, because they knew he was the real second in command appointed by jack.
He still hadn’t taken her out for a drink yet, to say thanks…
“Well….” Tosh started. She didn’t really like to talk shit about her coworkers behind their backs, especially after the whole fiasco with the alien pendant. It felt too dishonest and mean when they weren’t there to defend themselves.
On the other hand, Gwen’s bossiness and need for control were grating on her nerves.
Tosh lowered her voice, even though they were the only ones there. “Honestly? She needs a day off. Or a week. We’d all be happier.”
His eyes shoot open and he points back at her, so fast that he almost tipped his chair over. “Agreed.”
“I propose we go to Jack, and get ‘im to ship Gwen and her boyfriend – slash – fiancé, off on a unpaid suspension holiday, Give ‘er a reason to be away from here and us time to have a rest from Her.” He made a face.
“What the heck did i even see in her… definitelyonly a one-night stand.” He muttered in disgust, shuddering lightly.
He must have been insane, especially with the beauty that sat next to him.
Jack knew what time of year it was, knew the date all too well and over the past few days, he’d been watching Owen carefully, watching that dark cloud grow more and more over him. He had his fair share of painful anniversaries, and he’d vowed a long time ago that he would never make anyone else endure days like this in the same way he did: alone.
So when Owen perched on the edge of his desk, he immediately set his pen down and leaned back in his chair to look up at him.
“I’m thinking pizza. We can either go out or have it delivered.”
“A meat Feast sounds good.” Owen nods. “And Ordering in sounds even better…” He really didn’t feel like being out and about in public today.
Tho… They could go and order a hotel room… “Unless… You think we should go to that place, in that new hotel…” He hummed casually. He had heard that their Italian Pizza was pretty good.
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Owen was doing what Owen did best… well what he did best when he was relaxing, in between tasks.
Having done his bit, he was now free for a bit, so he was just leaning back in his computer chair listening to the clacking of Tosh’s keyboard.
“Tosh?” He called not opening his eyes. “What do you really think about Gwen, Hmm?”
He was only asking this because the diva bitch had already gone home and he wanted to know if she had pushed her bad impression onto everyone else… especially after the time she forcefully made herself in command when it was supposed to be him…
Sadly no matter how much he had tried, she was deaf to what he had to say, saying that he was just jealous and not to be a bastard and to just do as she said….
THANKFULLY; Ianto and Tosh has been a godsend during that time, because they knew he was the real second in command appointed by jack.
He still hadn’t taken her out for a drink yet, to say thanks…
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