Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood, if I did then I won't be here reading CoE fix-its 'cause Ianto would still be alive and so would be Owen, Tosh and little Steven.
A/N: Just a little drabble, exactly 100 words minus disclaimer and note. Written at midnight, so I don't guarantee a perfectly sane story
So here we go...
"No, I am!"
"No, Ianto, it's me"
"Sod off Jack. I am"
"For the last time, I am older than you. For goodness sake, I've lived more than a hundred years!"
"You're totally missing the point Jack! You were born in the 51st century while I in the 20th. So, I am more than 3,100 years older to you. End of conversation."
"Oh shut up you two! Right now, I'd say you're both acting like five year olds and I feel a lot older than both of you!" shouted Owen tired of the two naked lovers fighting over their age.