How did I get here?
The man asked himself as he lay in the bed, the unknown territory. But somehow he felt safe but also confused, but how? Why?
He was happy with his life, his simple life, wake up go to work, fight aliens, come home. Things had never really been complicated until Gwen...and then Diane...But even they had been resolved in the end no matter how much it may have hurt. Then there was all those one night stands that always made sense, in out, done, not so much as a name would be exchanged that's the way he liked it, that's the way he wanted it to be.
So how did he end up here, sharing a bed with the one person he knew he shouldn't be with, you could say he was forbidden well he should be, maybe it would have made things easier. But then the allure would have still been there and may have been stronger.
Maybe things would be different if Jack had never come back, Torchwood would be running smoothly and he would be still stumbling along in his second rate life.
So I guess he could blame Jack or maybe just his own naivety and stupidity. But who Owen Harper really wanted to blame was the man sleeping next to him, Captain John Hart